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Els,
I've always dug your posts, and I'm all about Pagans, I'm downloading your music as we speak (note that I did not use the word "tunes" and I appreciate that some day you won't call my photographs "pics") (umm, I guess I'm downloading as I type. We're not really speaking are we?)

BUT, either your math sucks or you are in some kind of warp in the time/space continuum.
To wit and viz:
...When I was 10 years old (back in 1966)...Fast forward about 20 years...She was 16, I was 15...Decades went by...Her spouse over these past 20 years...So, fast forward a few more months...We went to an audition, and within five minutes...for about three weeks of free performances...This was almost nine years ago...

So according to my calculations, and trust me I am no mathmagician, you are either 135 years old or you haven't been born yet. In either case I am so close to getting DSL so I can download all of your music.

Waiting waiting...

Also, you didn't directly ask this, but I feel that you and Lane have a serious soul connection that is constantly being affirmed by the ten thousand things.

Do you know this poem by Mary Oliver? It makes me think of you.
Wild Geese

You do not have to be good.
You do not have to walk on your knees
for a hundred miles through the desert, repenting.
You only have to let the soft animal of your body
love what it loves.
Tell me about despair, yours, and I will tell you mine.
Meanwhile the world goes on.
Meanwhile the sun and the clear pebbles of the rain
are moving across the landscapes,
over the prairies and the deep trees,
the mountains and the rivers.
Meanwhile the wild geese, high in the clean blue air,
are heading home again.
Whoever you are, no matter how lonely,
the world offers itself to your imagination,
calls to you like the wild geese, harsh and exciting
over and over announcing your place
in the family of things.

Mary Oliver