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And where would we be now without good Floyd music, dancing and craft beer?
A group of us who love to dance follow the C.C. Coates Band, a favorite local band that plays classic favorites with a rockin’ blues style and a soulful vocal delivery by front man Curt Coates (in the cowboy hat).
It was the 5th Annual Fall Festival and Customer Appreciation Day at Buffalo Mountain Brewery and McDaniel’s Tavern, an all day family event with music, a keg toss, the Driftwood Catering food truck, juggling by Gypsy Geoff, a fire dancer and more.
Of course there was a seasonal Pumpkin ale on tap, but for me the beer highlight was a new IPA craft brew called Thunderstruck, which I liked ever better than my house favorite, Copperhead.
Everyone dances better in the dark, but it’s also true that by the end of the last set, I was stumbling a bit in the gravel where we danced. I couldn’t tell if it was the beer of my vertigo. Either way, we all had a blast, and it was a fun way to close out the summer and welcome the fall.
1. I’m working on my third poetry memoir collection in a series, Poems from the Dark Room, with the theme: It takes time in the dark room to bring lived-experience into focus and to develop the meaning we’ve made of our lives.
2. I just read this line from one of the poems in the collection: ‘You leave you will and testament / with every written poem / Your read newspaper obituaries / as if looking for your next homeroom,’ and I thought how I like the idea of lawyers reading the collection as a poet’s last will and testament.
3. People think dropping r’s is what the Boston accent is all about, but it’s also about adding w’s where there aren’t any, like in THIS video where my Boston accent sneaks out when I say the word God.
4. As a writer, I sometimes feel guilty about all the printer paper I use.
5. I took over Joe’s porch workspace while he was away at a training…
6. I was thinking of the telephone song from the musical Bye Bye Birdie when I named this week’s TT title, but discovered there is also THIS.
9. Will we all be picked off / one by one? / Will there be a light? / Will there be blood? / Will we have a caring / hand to hold? / Will we fade / like words on paper / or fall like dominos? Read This is Not a Horror Movie in its entirety HERE.
10. The sky is a blue canvas / for the tallest sunflowers / A hummingbird whirs / in search of bright colors / Leaves glide from trees like swallowtails surfing / Bird calls grow faint and unconvincing – Read Summer Exhale in its entirety HERE.
11. Xo was my first emoji.
12. “Always remember that you are absolutely unique. Just like everyone else.” -Margaret Mead
Phlegar Hill is a local band with musicians from Floyd, Roanoke and Christiansburg. They play a range of classic favorites with an emphasis on Southern Rock and have played on the Dogtown Roadhouse stage about a half dozen times.
They have a reputation for being a fun dance band that can draw out the dancers.
After a few Southern rock tunes Friday night, I joked to my friend Mike, “I don’t think this is a band that will be playing any Grateful Dead songs any time soon.” Next thing I know, they’re playing Turn on Your Lovelight, a Grateful Dead standard.
When I arrived, they were playing Mustang Sally and my friend Sally was dancing. My favorite song of the night was the Rolling Stones Beast of Burden and the below:
And posed with boulders. The photo-ops were constant on the 2+ mile scenic trail to the dramatic hiker’s reward, a 66 foot Cascades Waterfall nestled in the Jefferson National Forest.
The lower trail is stunning and well maintained with stone stairs for the climb, benches to rest on and wooden bridges to cross the rushing creek.
The creek is called Little Stony.
But there was nothing little about the giant stone boulders.
My friend Jody took this shot, which I sent to my sisters who hiked to the Cascades with me in June 2021, with the caption “missing you both.”
The whole Cascades escapade took us about 3 hours and we would have stayed longer, but we had a dinner reservation at the nearby highly recommended Palisades Restaurant, which topped off the day in a very delicious way.
1. Colleen to Joe while watching Peaky Blinders, a 1920s-family crime drama show: “This ain’t no Downton Abby.”
2. “The writing is on the wall.” That’s how I responded to a Facebook friend who posted about the Roanoke Times, which has provided local news since 1886, cutting paper content and going primarily “digital first,” just like our local paper seems to be doing. They are both owned by Lee Enterprises.
3. I keep seeing ads on Facebook trying to get me to hire a Jasper AI to write my blog posts 10 times faster than I can.
4. After 15 years of covering events, writing features and taking photos for our local paper, the company owners cut the freelance/stringer budget, which means I haven’t written for them in months and may not again. I recently discovered a webpage called muckrack.com, and found that they have most of the articles I have written over the years for The Roanoke Times, Bristol Herald Courier, SWVA Today and The Floyd Press. There’s a lot! See HERE.
5. I almost didn’t read THIS poem to my husband because I thought he might worry that I had lost it. The poem made it into the current issue of the Floyd County Moonshine literary journal.
6. A friend recently asked me if writing poetry was my passion. “No,” I said. “It’s what I do. It’s who I am. It’s work, and I don’t always want to do, but I feel inclined and sometimes compelled to.”
7. You learn to avoid it / and come to expect it / The swelling disappears / But the memory holds on / You don’t think you’ll ever / trust a wasp again / and all wasps begin / to look the same… Read The Wasp in its entirety HERE.
9. This is called the Obedient Plant because supposedly it is obedient and goes in whatever direction you put it in, but most of mine has fallen over and won’t stand up.
10. I’ve temporarily stopped watching the news because, although I think the Queen dying is news, I don’t think it warrants days and days of the wall to wall pomp and circumstance coverage it’s getting.
2. The name of the Country band “Florida Georgia Line” was the foreshadowing of the fact that the duo broke up because one of the two performers was a Trump supporter and the other was NOT.
5. I have a bunch of past 13 Thursday posts with Hang in the title: Hanging Out, The Hang Out, Hanging in There, What’s Hanging, Let it All Hang Out.
6. But Hang On: “We are sawing off the limb that we are sitting on.” Stanford scientist from “It’s Official: Scientists Say We’re Entering Earth’s Sixth Mass Extinction.”
7. Soulful Aging poetry at Yoga Jam: Courage to Speak the Truth and The Origin Story. More HERE.
8. The Poem: It dangles like a hangnail / that hurts to write / Brushes like a mystery / up against me / Like a thread through a needle / stopped by a knot / It pulls me like a craving / for what I can’t live without
9. “A nation can survive its fools, and even the ambitious. But it cannot survive treason from within. An enemy at the gates is less formidable, for he is known and carries his banners openly. But the traitor moves among those within the gate freely, his sly whispers rustling through all the galleys, heard in the very hall of government itself. For the traitor appears not a traitor…He speaks in the accents familiar to his victims, and wears their face and their garment, and he appeals to the baseness that lies deep in the hearts of all men. He rots the soul of a nation…he works secretly and unknown in the night to undermine the pillars of a city…he infects the body politic so that it can no longer resist. A murderer is less to be feared.” -From novelist Taylor Caldwell’s 1965 book A Pillar of Iron
10. “The idea that Judge Cannon felt obliged to reassure MAGA Republicans that Trump is being treated fairly, rather than the rest of us that the rule of law is being protected, redefines the American public and American principles…Philosopher Jason Stanley of Yale University, best known for his 2018 book How Fascism Works, tweeted today: “Once you have the courts you can pretty much do whatever you want.” –Heather Cox Richardson
11. Shaking my head or scratching it? Both.
12. Excerpt from Our State Magazine on my son and his wife’s Old Marshall Jail Hotel: “A night in Marshall’s old jailhouse isn’t so bad these days — it’s now a boutique hotel. When the work began, Josh approached the renovation as an extension of his own artistic practice — modeling, shifting, shaping, and layering. With every painstaking inch of progress, the building itself became his medium. Along with a local architect and contractors, he preserved graffiti left behind by inmates, transformed old radiators into fences, oxidized metal sheets to a perfect patina, repurposed window bars as handrails, and invited the public to participate in a brickmaking project. Those bricks now form the property’s patio and some of its exterior walls. When Josh discovered a homemade bedsheet rope stuffed into a crack in a cell — perhaps the very one that A.J. Bridges used to smuggle liquor — he displayed it in a shadowbox…”
Yes, this happens too. Yesterday I posted pictures from Friday’s Yoga Jam of friends, dancing and bands, but we also do this at Yoga Jam: Yoga!
MC Yogi is a yoga rock star, whether he’s on the stage performing music or in a tent leading an overflow crowd of yogis in practice.
Meet the two women who Yoga Jam founder Shirleyann will be passing the torch onto for next year and beyond, Floyd’s own Elaine Braley and Katie Turman, daughter-in-law of Mike and Wanda Turman whose land and support have been instrumental in the festival’s success.
And here is our beloved leader Shirleyann taking a break from running the show to dance with our mutual friend Pat to the tunes of one of our favorite local bands C.C. Coates and company.
And yes, there was A LOT of free-style dancing, mainly by a Floyd contingency, but I’ll get more into that in a bit.
The main focus of the day for me and my friend Katherine was our poetry reading in the Tea Shanti tent, part of our Soulful Aging tour, where depth psychology meets death mythology with a sprinkling of humor.
There were initially 20+ attendees, almost half of which were Katherine’s family members who had never heard her poetry before. Her grandchildren and their friends had front row seats and made it through nearly half of the hour-long reading.
The youngest slept through most of it and I used him as a focal point as I read. It seemed appropriate to read poems of aging while looking at a beautiful new life just unfolding. When he woke up he was more interested in apples than poetry.
Here’s a short sampling.
My poem titled Surprise Endings was the closing poem of the hour.
We spoke with friends and signed books that were for sale.
Our friend Susanna held down the Merch Tent fort where we sat for more signing, met some wonderful people, drank some cacao and had some astounding conversations.
I call this shot of friends the Floyd Yoga Jam poster children.
Nature’s dance floor.
I tripped out on my friend Luke’s sunglasses for a while. This one is a self-portrait.
When I wasn’t being fed by the chefs at our friend Greg’s creekside campsite, these people fed me well.
Yes, you are.
Yes, you are. Everyone expresses their unique flair at Yoga Jam. Everyone comes back year after year.
From the Blue Ridge Mountains of Virginia I write to synthesize what I'm learning at the time, whether it be poetry, a political commentary, or a letter to my family in Hull, Massachusetts, where I'm originally from. Whenever I don't know exactly what it is I'm doing and it borders on wasting my time, I call it research. 'Dear Abby, How can I get rid of freckles?' was my first published piece at the age of 11.
