Here goes again.

Day 1 of 10 in the “July ’21” series.

Blogging makes pretty much zero sense right now, as there are more than 372 and half things that would be much more reasonable.

But I cannnnooooot turn off the twang inside of me that misses this space and this routine and the practice of hitting publish.

Not sure who I’m writing to.

Not sure what I’m going to focus on.

But I’m going to do stints at it, so I can get in a grove, dip my toes, enjoy the rhythm, and not feel trapped to a long commitment.

Good Lord knows I’ve committed and cancelled plenty of long-term hopes in the past couple years. Who hasn’t, considering Covid, right?

I’m going to be short and probably therefore somewhat unedited in these next 9 posts. I’m hoping I learn some things as I do so. No offense, but you’re the fly on the wall.

This updated about page will give a little more context.

Don’t expect fancy pictures. Or flowery words. But there may be some flowery pictures.

Here goes.

By Naomi Bird

Wife of tenor Nathan Bird, pianist, organist, former music therapist, writer, tea-drinker, mom of two mini-sopranos and two mini-tenors, and learner of loving the arts.

3 comments

  1. I’m so excited we get to hear from you again, Naomi! Let the words fly! I’ve missed you. Gretchen

    Sent from my iPad

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