guiness, guns and grapes

sigh…now in the distance i am in the garden we landed in Copenhagen yesterday and somehow Peter found me with out my dreads…my hair is short now and feels wonderful…first time i could brush it in over 7 years…small and wonderful sensation. so i am at Jane and Peter’s table there are orange flowers and sunflowers 8 feet tall that gard the end of the vegetable patch over looking fields of wheat and the fijord..lined on the other side by deep green trees and there are windmills (turbines) and i am told more organic food is grown in Denmark than anywhere else on earth…and it feels this way…like a true and excellent and positive communion of smart technology and nature…hand in hand and then my mouth on the perfect combination of sweet and seductive grapes from the green house  they remind me of when Grandma Reba and Grandpa Joe used to grow them when i was a child and we would pick them and eat them and the rest Grandma would crush with her feet i would wash my feet and then crush them too…in a small tub…and the juice just dribbles down.

serenity…tonight we will go see Poul Dussing perfrom here in Roskilde.  He has preformed his kind of music since the early 70s so it will be a new sound for me..he sings 98% in Danish…all though most everyone’s english is very good. this is all in sharp contrast the whirlwind 9 days 10 conerts in 8 towns -me and the Jukebox Gypsy Tour we completed Tuesday Night in Dublin  … my favorites were the Greyhound in KilKee and DeBarra’s in Clonakilty with Gavin Moore…a really warm and unique kind of songwriter  like you can tell his songs and his approach is for centuies in his blood  so good and so natural. i also loved  the first show i did in Wexford at the Sky and Ground.. and they invited me back to do a candlelight show too…i believe i will be coming back to Ireland with my own tour next spring…but that is not fully the the gist of this gist…it is whoa  with a large emphasis on the WHOA  to be with Jukebox Gypsy was like being on tour with the folk version of Guns N Roses…a full on diet of Guiness daily nightly and inbetween and we can’t forget the jaegermeister shots with red bull for good luck there was a bit of gin and jameson spinning our heads as well…it was nearly an all blasting barrage of beer beverages- pints of Heineken also flowed making the mustaches on the boys complete…truly after the show when the pubs closed down is when the ultra party would commence…and more than once the boys came in at 6:30am  once at 8:30am and once Dave didn’t make it back to the beachhouse at all…of course it was nearly his birthday. The Cliffs of Moher are just down the road from that particular gig..so Dave and Ben and Isaac and Nick used the diving board and all jumped in..for a truly refreshing splash. i was fast asleep in my cozy bed at the time of the 6am swim…but we did take a lovely walk up to the horses and around some cliffs in the golden light of the afternoon before Sabbath. 

To be here, today is quite restful and appreciated…i have 900 folks on facebook waiting for me to friend them and i reached my limit of 5000 over a year ago…so if you are one of these people please like me at sonia and disappear fear..i don’t at mean to sound like an ad…it is just the best way to stay connected …which is important to me…i also

i am sad to learn of the passing and totally premature death of my friend Blair of Urban Folk Collective (Detroit) he was a sweet and talented singer songwriter performer and activist for human rights …my rights and some law’s wrongs…

i am blessed to be here…the poplars are only 3 feet high so far and so the veiw goes on and on…tonight the concert in town we will walk around and soon i will visit the cathedral…

sending out love hugs to Pam and Parisch in Galway and to my new Pride Friends…all colors …doves in love  showing me the wej (way in Danish)

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