What do you do?

1621842_10203347226264034_1982435645_n_(1).jpgYou don't know when it will happen, then suddenly you stop on the sidewalk and it dawns on you, "Oh, this is the kind of life I've chosen to live!"  I'm arrested again and again lately, the last time handcuffed within minutes of beginning to speak.  Then the jail and the judge and it dominates my family and my community of singing-activists...  

Now it's two days after the last surreal trial, where they dropped the charges while telling the judge that "He waves his arms in the air and shouts loudly."  I'm still groggy from the whole thing.  Long slow walks in Prospect Park are good.  Reading books to (5 years old on Monday) Lena: VERY good. The Lorax was last night's nighty-night read.  She was asleep before the last Truffula tree was felled by the Super-Axe-Hacker.  

Trying to breathe and see straight after the professional violence of New York City, I look at my calendar.  Oh, we're starting a radio show on Pacifica, I'm writing a book for City Lights, we're off on a European tour with 15 singers, then off to Chicago with 30 singers...  All this all at once.  April and May.  Impossible!  Oh, but this is the life I have chosen to live.  Earthalujah!