It's all happening.

Song, fire, fortitude. Resilience... Tacos. All in a days work. Amen

Cinco de Communion

March Communion, Tube and Smiles

Yellow Ducks

Communion In February. It's all the rage.

It's happening. It's happening. It's all happening at once.

Come Again

Communion, like teachers, took a small summer vacation, but LO and BEHOLD it comes again. This Friday the Park Ave. Family is happy to host the first Communion to take place in September! There will be song, wine, smiles and if it feels chilly a fire in the fire place!

Communion in June: Yes.

Yes, come! Thanks Eric, for making the poster.

Communion May, Communión Mayo

Communion in May. Oh ho lag a day! This time more instruments than players, next time more centaurs and less hooligans, and the time after we can expect more rain than fire, I tell you. I'd like to quote a friend and say "the rocks are doing something, so bode well for the sticks," but that's not exactly what he said as he threw the hat onto the rocket launcher. No need to worry, this is all entirely true, except for the parts I'm making up.


Speaking of centaurs.




And with beliefs green. So spoke the queen. Ah, ye of little faith, and much smaller fingers. The tiniest fingers (to come!).

Fourth Communion, Sip of our Spirit.

The fourth Communion of all time will take place this Saturday at our house. If you are in Albuquerque and you are feeling musical or something else you are cordially invited to come! This applies to all consecutive Communions as well (the second Saturday of the month!) Disclaimer: Although we partake in wine drinking it is not necessarily the blood of Christ. Communion = Really Great sharing on whatever spiritual/intellectual/chemical/spacial level you choose to operate in.

Third Communion

Communion was made of magic, again. Even though everyone was sick and had been for weeks, even though I'd recently suffered a dramatic flesh wound, and even though a little yappy dog named Dooley had kept us up the night before Communion went off like a charmed fireworks.


Piles of firewood delivered themselves to our door (with a little help from our friend Dave and his truck), guests arrived bearing bottles of wine and boxes of chocolates, accordians, violins, guitars and harmonicas crowded into our living room, people I had never met before introduced themselves to me in the kitchen, little boys fell asleep on the couch, fathers suggested songs their sons might play on the banjo, Dooley (the little terror) settled into Stef's lap and never uttered a sound.



There were harmonies, covers, sailor songs, kazoo accompaniments, gospel solos, instrumentals, and breif strange acappella moments. I was watching the fire and listening to a song about Albuquerque when it hit me. I am someone who lives in Albuquerque and invites people to play music in her living room. I was shocked for a moment observing what my life had conspired to do with itself!



After everyone had swept themselves out of the house I lay for a while sleepily and wine(ely) on the couch, then tucked myself into bed. I woke up and in the same moment opened my eyes to see the moon peeking in my window. Then I stumbled into the kitchen to find some water and noticed with the same bright moon clarity that it was 4:44 in the morning. Before finally falling alseep again I mused on magic.

SEE THE MAGIC.

Blurry Documentation of Second Communion. Soft Like it was.

Communion Dos, Photo Album!

The link will take you to the blurry documentation album.

Note: The beautiful photos from above are not available on facebook, only here, you lucky person.

Communion One

Our first ever music show at Park Ave. was dream filled.  It was the first of a new monthly event to be called "Communion"—we are in direct competition with an established show called "Sunday School," so we kind of had to go with the religious terminology.  It was really good.