Carol Kroll

Carol, what are you doing?

I have momentarily stopped making my things and I know it. I am not sure what is going on currently. I have been busy. Not depressed, just busy. Maybe that’s just it. But is “being” busy, being disguised as fear to make my things? I certainly hope not because I know better by this time RIGHT? Starting Friday and running into next week I might have to hole myself up again in that end room I call a studio.

Last night when I was with Sweet Jelly, having another (in all seriousness) incredible practice, we pulled out our “standards” and I really noticed while singing these lyrics, the dark place I was in when I wrote these tunes 6,7,8 years ago. I think readers here know that pendulum swings back and forth here always with me, but not as wildly as I work on “the bigger picture” as to why I am here, in this lifetime trying to sort out my path. But wow. Maybe it is because we did the pending suicide trio back to back that it just sort of hit me.

Another Kind of Story
January Treehouse
If

We got some REALLY good recordings of these tunes in our new direction and I hope to post them soon somewhere for people to hear.

I have given up on March by the way. It just isn’t going to happen this year. He’s confused and torn between a number of places and my heart is far too fragile for that right now.