Hello friends,
It’s nearly Spring and we made it home in time to see the crocuses that I hastily dug into the ground in November before we left for Ireland!  We’re here for a flying week or so and then off again to spend our St. Patrick’s season in Japan playing all throughout Kansai and Kyushu with the wonderful Genta Fukue! If someone sees my shadow, please pin her down!

Tour News
Here is your official notice that I’ve booked a great big tour of Washington and Oregon in late May.  Hillsboro, Bend, Salem, Eugene, Seattle, Conway, Snohomish, Bainbridge Island, and Sandpoint, Idaho!  I’ll be side-guying on bodhrán for a house concert in Portland as well, while we’re here.  All dates are at www.colleenraney.com/tour.  Check the schedule and please join us!

And here’s a great Seamus Heaney poem for you.  In a month rife with unflattering stereotypes of the Irish, I like to surround myself with what is good and real about our wonderful heritage.

with love,
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A rowan like a lipsticked girl.
Between the by-road and the main road
Alder trees at a wet and dripping distance
Stand off among the rushes.

There are the mud-flowers of dialect
And the immortelles of perfect pitch
And that moment when the bird sings very close
To the music of what happens.

Seamus Heaney