Auld Lang Syne

For my last harmonium recording of this year, I’ve chosen this one. I hold my cup in the air to you, all my new friends I’ve made this year who have been there through some seriously challenging months. I know several of you have been through your own as well. I’m honored to read your brilliant art on a daily basis and have loved the stimulation and interaction you all have brought to my life.

Cheers to better times ahead! Feel free to sing along. ūüėČ

Love, Em

P.S. I’ve never known all of the lyrics to this classic, but I’m glad I finally paid attention to them and their meaning. Lift a glass to the past with a smile. ūüôā

Auld Lang Syne

Should old acquaintance be forgot,
and never brought to mind?
Should old acquaintance be forgot,
and old lang syne?

For auld lang syne, my dear,
for auld lang syne,
we’ll take a cup of kindness yet,
for auld lang syne.

And surely you’ll¬†buy¬†your pint¬†cup!
and surely I’ll¬†buy¬†mine!
And we’ll take a cup o’ kindness yet,
for auld lang syne.


We two have run about the slopes,
and picked the daisies fine;
But we’ve wandered¬†many¬†a weary¬†foot,
since auld lang syne.


We two have paddled in the stream,
from morning sun till dine†;
But seas between us broad have roared
since auld lang syne.


And there’s a hand my trusty friend!
And¬†give me¬†a hand o’ thine!
And we’ll¬†take¬†a right¬†good-will draught,
for auld lang syne.


Cold Sun Rises

cold sun rises, low on horizon
blue skies pale, dotted white
flocked frozen cloud ice
freeze is coming, bones sense
time-stopping numbing
nothing moves soon
not even breath in the air


cold sun rises, faint yellow
ah, to touch it with my
mittened hand, melt it
with my fire, ‚Äėtwould kill
all the frosty things…
so spare them, I will.

coming to life, with heat’s death
a hidden world revealed
earth will creep to a crawl,
stop turning
intricate crystals creating art
on a pine needle
a windshield
a spiderweb

cold sun rises,

barely up
‚Äėfore down.

~ EC


Finding Joy

Lost time
failed prime
years gone by
cogs of time awry
clogged with grease
of lovers deceased
of memories mourned
foreboding joy forlorn
clinging to futures
built in sand castles
broken by wave after
wave of disaster
remnants of possible thens
left to mix back within
trillions of moments
that can never have been
lost before they even began
set back where they belong
in the nothing, not even a song
of sorrow can repair
what hasn’t happened for fear
of dreams’ dying dance
the loftiest chances
can never be truth, a real
we must live, a here
we must know, a now
we must show, of moments
we must take, this instance
of fate, this now is all that
exists in our calling
in finding our joy
let go
and begin
with the


~ by EC


“Finding Joy” ~ AUDIO voice recording on Soundcloud



The Giver

when the giver has given all she can

and the takers have taken all they can

when she can’t seem to rise to stand

and the days never end, no relief at hand

when she learns to say no, and not sorry

and finally listens to her own needs for once

when she stands up for her right to peace

and fights back the pull of others’ grasp

when in order to heal she has to repeal

and pay close attention to body/soul signals

when things aren’t right in her sight

and only she can fix herself in time

when coming to see that the only way to be

and realizing that for her to be there, always free

when she wants nothing more than to take care

and seeing she is too weak to herself be fair

when she looks around at who says, okay,

and grants her the time and space away

when it’s then she knows whose compassion is true

and would only demand of her that self-love is due

~ EC