April brings us small things, blessed and joyful things; croccii, rains, birdsong, equal night and day, the opportunity to jettison the unnecessary. I'm selling my home in New York. It has at times felt like death, emerging from a divorce, pockets emptied, and looking to the current economy and music business for any signs of luck. So I sell the property to allow myself a moment's freedom. How I miss my city of New York. There are no words. And what I miss most is the walking. The anonymity. The energy and spirit.

I pine and I howl for you, my city, my Bodhi spot of the West Village.

And so, I write you from my hometown, Rockport. With croccii and daffodils poking out, I feel the cycle of this planet. I too feel like I am allowing myself to leave the winter coat behind and stick my head up higher toward the sun. I am realizing the good things about being here. I am able to stop complaining so much. The smell of the thawing ground is so ambrosial, I forget my acidity. Maybe it will be all right.
My daughter is certainly enjoying it here. She has a little more innocence a little longer here. And Grandma and Grandpa. As for me? I'm dealing.

And what helps me deal? You. Thank you for coming to the shows. Thank you for your amazing life stories in the emails you send me. They truly humble. I love our moments together at live shows, too. Speaking of, we have shows continuing to roll in for 2009. Stay tuned to the website for additions. I hope to see you in the amazing atmosphere of the live show.

In the meantime, I wish you every happiness. Thank you from my heart for your support.

Love,
Paula.