18.23
Bredonborough.
A gentle day, with back easing into place, and continuing organizing at World HQ.
What’s that above the door?...
A homily for the home…
What’s that above the Fripp?...
A matching homily for the home…
Which home? The home of my Mother & her family in Aberbeeg, from where the fireplace in this room originates. I inherited the homilies along with the fireplace, on the death of Mother’s Mother. And quite appropriate in the nonconformist home of a Welsh mining family.
Further gentling ahead.
"When a musician believes that music is a commodity, music dies in them."
