I am in the midst of a major episode of spring cleaning - in the summer, and about ten years too late. I am sorting through shelves and closets finding books, trinkets, photo albums, mementos, and of course, those embarassing old journals and sketchbooks. Going through them, I see myself in a younger, only slightly more naive, light. I have posted a few of the better selections from my sketchbooks. Most of them have to do with the music that was surrounding my life at the time (and still is - Robbie Robertson and Daniel Lanois have been perennial favourites of mine).

This cleanse and purge is bittersweet. I find myself laughing and crying. This is a necessary step as I cannot move forward while immersed in the clutter of the past.