Category: love

Sunday

Good Morning Sunday,  The birds have been singing gladly and I wonder how I could be here for so long and not know their song. So much to discover in my own backyard. I’m seeing paranoia rear it’s ugly head in pandemic posts and news. The latest is that the Democrats are manipulating the Covid-19 virus deaths to defeat Trump. The hospitals are lying about virus deaths to get Federal funds by including heart attack victims. That herd immunity works, look at Sweden. I guess we believe what we want to believe and I believe in community and transparency in government and that taking a long walk everyday is good for you. Have a peaceful Sunday

 

1,000 human beings have died of Covid-19 in Washington  state  5/17/20

I am on the radio @ KPTZ.org.

What makes us Remember?

 

Monday I had a hard time with myself. I say that because I am the only one who can cause me anguish while I hunker down by myself in my comfortable cabin in the woods where the pines and fruit trees blow their pollen with abandon. I wondered why I was so sad that my body ached. Was it the bad dream the night before where I was challenged with tasks I didn’t know how to do as I worked my way towards this new world we are making? Maybe. Then is hit me, what’s the date? Of course it’s about to be April 28th. the day my father died. Even if I don’t want to remember I always do. I used to think it was the brain that helps me remember but I’ve learned that my body holds all my stories.

 

765 people have died in Washington state due to Covid-19.  Very limited testing.

Easter

The word “Easter” and most of the secular celebrations of the holiday come from pagan traditions. Anglo Saxons worshipped Eostre, the goddess of springtime and the return of the sun after the long winter. According to legend, Eostre once saved a bird whose wings had frozen during the winter by turning it into a rabbit. Because the rabbit had once been a bird, it could still lay eggs, and that rabbit became our Easter Bunny. Eggs were a symbol of fertility in part because they used to be so scarce during the winter. There are records of people giving each other decorated eggs at Easter as far back as the 11th century.  From Garrison Keillor.

I don’t know about you but having to sit with myself without the distractions of the outside world has forced me to look at where and what I want at this stage of my life. Am I too old for dreams? What is the point of me?  Whenever it gets uncomfortable my instinct is to run. Move along go somewhere new and start over but I always take my baggage with me so I am still just repeating instead of creating. Just like Spring I am wanting to bloom.

We now have 28 confirmed cases in out county, testing is limited. 4/12/20

 

 

My friend Bonnie

I feel the desire to write about my friend Bonnie who died a couple of days ago.  I have not seen Bonnie since around 1995 but up until a few years ago we kept in occasional contact. Her birthday, Christmas, maybe my birthday. Bonnie’s birthday was easy to remember as it is the same day we pay our taxes so those would be the two things on my mind April 15.

I have known Bonnie since I was 16 years old. I think my father Tom met her at some bar she was cocktail waitressing at. Bonnie liked to party and she was sweet and earnest and laughed at the right time.  At some points she lived in my father’s house and helped care for the younger kids. She knew my family and our friends and we shared memories from my teenage years.  When I left home we became roommates in Marin. We danced our way through San Francisco and ended up moving to Lahaina together in 1973. Lahaina Maui in the early 70’s was young and beautiful like we were and we embraced the island and the island loved us back. It was a time of laughter and love and sand.

Big Joy

I spent many hours planning my hour and a half radio show this week, It was a different kind of planning then the last three months. I was looking at the show in a different way. I worked all week on listening to new music and blending in my favorites. I thought the show was done and then I am changing everything again.  I keep doing this until I go on the air and even while I am doing my show I am changing the rotation. Something has shifted. My ex poetry teacher suggests  that I am creating my radio show like you arrange  poetry and I believe she is right. I didn’t know how to express what I am doing but I think she did. Art. It comes in many forms. Big Joy.

Radio Baby

When I was seventeen years old instead of going to school I went to the radio station. My father was a disc jockey and his name is Tom Donahue. The radio station was KMPX in San Francisco in 1967.  Up until then I hadn’t hung out with my father when he did radio in AM but the family was aware of Top 40, music hops and concerts as Tom  was always was putting on some show. My favorites were the Cow Palace shows he and his partner Bob Mitchell and KYA radio  put on in San Francisco in the early  60’s.

At KMPX I was the receptionist, the music librarian, an engineer and then when we moved to KSAN;  a disc jockey.  And now 50 years later I am a disc jockey once again at my local community radio station  and loving it. I didn’t think I ever wanted to be a dj after I “retired” from radio and moved to Maui in 1973  to “work on my tan.” There were enough disc jockeys in the family; my father, my brother  Sean Donahue and my step mother Raechel. I wanted to find my own path.