Kate here … I’d like to grab this one little moment to acknowledge gifts people gave us before the big trip.  All were gifts; some money, some homemade, some just downright thoughtful.   All were accepted with love, thanks and respect.

The gas money we received got us through a lot of miles and back again.   10,000 miles.  We received a check in person from Chris recently.  She said she wanted to be part of the ride by contributing to the miles ahead.  Chris doesn’t like computers much so her delivery came with a package of her most delicious spice cake with chocolate chips.   We didn’t have any sweets at home that day so the cake was a well-timed treat.   We scarfed it up in short order and did not share it with anybody.  Yum.   The money went into roadtrip savings and will buy more than a few miles.  Thanks, Chrissy.  We were moved by your gift.

We have been moved by the generosity of people who want to encourage our music activity.  Thank you from the bottom of our hearts.  You have given us courage and your support has made us braver than we might have been, brave enough to do it.  The miles we covered in those 72 days is just the beginning of what looks like the road ahead for the next year or so.  The tour this Fall was just the beginning…

Friends and strangers alike donated to the cause by using the donation button on our website homepage.  Their gifts were little miracles.  We are humble and thankful for the help.  When we lost our brakes or the solenoid needed replacing, the money was there to get it repaired.  Thank you.   That donation button paid and pays for a lot of gas.  At 10 mpg, more like 12 (wow!), fuel is a significant ingredient to getting us to the gig.   “Modoc”, our Ford/Airstream conversion van is not a Prius or a Sprinter, that’s for sure.  It is a mobile room on wheels we lived in pretty happily for 72 days and we never had to stay in a motel.  Being camped out on wheels is not uncomfortable – unless you’re parked on a hill.

Thank you for helping to get us out there.   We came home with new partnerships, book deals and fans.  Now we’re home for January and booking the next two years as far as we can.  For the most part, will keep putting ourselves out there spreading the music with concerts and workshops around the country.  Thank you for helping us to get out there and home again this Fall.  It wouldn’t have happened without you.  That tour turned into a real beginning for us.  We are planning to continue on this vein while it seems like a good idea.

Thanks to your support, we converted hundreds of people while we were out there into playing music for the first time, ukalaliens all around the country.  It was (and continues to be) a good mission for us.  We are motivated to help people learn to play and our book and workshop gets good results.   We may not be rich but there’s a lot of satisfaction in doing the work we do and that counts for a lot when it comes to our quality of life as musicians.  We’re not so much uke crazy as we are community crazy.  Ukuleles are the new peace medium.  It is impossible to be enemies or strangers for long when you play ukuleles and sing together.

The fantasy gift of all fantasies back in the catacombs of hope in my mind look like this… George Soros gets wind of what we’re doing, teaching people to make beautiful music with everybody, spurring the uninitiated to sing and play and bringing those who never thought they could do it into the fold.  Growing musicality in communities makes a better world.

Soros’ Open Society mission “to nurture the development of a society that allows all people to participate equitably in political, economic and cultural life” could use the Ukalaliens as a tool to integrate diverse groups.  That fits.   Maybe George Soros himself, by some perfect kismet, comes across our music or Quality Folk and decides (with a little smile on his face) to hit our donate button and give so that we never have to worry about where the money comes from.

Good one, huh?  We would keep on singing, harmonizing and teaching everybody everywhere we go to make music on the spot, singing and playing together on ukes.  Being musical for the first time is a transformative moment.  Our job would just be to show up and do what we do;  get people going, walk them over the bridge to making music, deepening their connection in themselves and with others, their community; happy and safe in the sound of music from their own hands and the open society of Ukalaliens.

Do you think George Soros has a ukulele?  I think George Soros would make an awesome Ukalalien.

Come February more miles ahead.  And March.  And April.  Home for May.   Gone again in June.  On it goes and will for a while, maybe even years.  It’s a little odd adjusting to the back and forth.  We’re not home for long and traveling becomes home on the range of the road map.  Our sense of home is shifting from a place to a state-of-being.

As folksingers, viability comes with travel.   Our kids have grown up and gone, the shop is somebody else’s puzzle now and our life in the arts is bursting at the seams and growing.   We live for connection and community through the work we do in music, art, writing and teaching.

We find ourselves moving between several skins in various stages of shedding and growing.   The sense of urgency that drives the  metamorphoses pulls us over the edge of the unknown and brings us to new ground.  We are operating on pure intention coupled with our wits and experience.  Faith.  We deliver a beginning in making music with a lifetime of songs and playing behind us.  People are often surprised at how much they enjoy themselves with what we show them.   We are satisfied when they are happy.  Our home in our house of fifteen years grows remote as the the road turns into familiar ground under our turning wheels.  The paradigm has shifted from the place we’ve been in for so long.  Our days in the music store are over.  Our kids are grown and bringing beautiful grandchildren into our lives.  The house has outgrown us.  We don’t need what we did before.

Meanwhile, people are smitten with our journey we’re on and share their dreams with us.  There’s something to be said for dreams.  In order to come true you have to start with the dream.   Dreams do come true.  It’s all possible.

Time to go play the banjo.  Thank you for helping us follow our dream to share our music and to help others become musical.   It is an adventure of a lifetime.   I’m glad we get to share it with you.  Thanks for being with us.  Peace…