Kathleen Williamson

The Passing of a Giant: Katie Lee Oct 23, 1919 - Nov 1, 2017


It is with profound sadness that I convey that indomitable Katie Lee, my mentor in folk music and dear friend for 43 years passed away peacefully in her home in Jerome, Arizona on November 1, 2017.  I'm grateful for all the time we shared singing, plucking,  hiking, talking, adventuring, weeping, bitching,  and laughing.  Performing for her at the premiere of the stage production of her folk opera, Maude, Billy & Mr. D. last May 2017 was really a special experience.


Arts Show Radio interview Westport, Co Mayo, \ireland





One Healing Leads to Another/ Conversations with Joanna Frueh



If a tree falls in a forest

And nobody posts it on facebook

Did it make a sound?




You come from dust – and to dust you shall return.

All we are is dust in the wind, as the song goes.


What fabulous dust we are!

And yet….


Cup of Tea


When one thinks of the world (of mind and matter)

As passing and arising, arising and passing, passing and arising….

Well, then,

There really is nothing

That a nice cup of hot tea

can't cure.


Fallen Angel


There is no dying.   Only living.

There is no hate. Only love.

Apparent Reality is our perception seeing a false dichotomy of living and dying, whether that seem to be in succession or simultaneously.

But Actual Reality shows that dying is a false perception,

A mental construct, not real, but it is so beautiful.

Hate, also, is only a manifestation of Love,

A fallen angel

So poignant

So beautiful

Have mercy on fallen angels.

They fear death.





My Hard On for you is bigger than the Milky Way


My Hard On for you is bigger than the Milky Way


My Hard On for you is bigger than the Milky Way


My Hard On for you is bigger than the Milky Way

Let it be big.

Let it be happy.





Strong backs before me. 

Strong backs behind me.

Strong backs beside me.


Straight backs before me.

Straight backs behind me.

Straight backs besides me.


This Refuge will not fail me.


Carole Hand / the Artist gracing these web pages


I can't figure out how to write credits so it will show up on the pages them selves, alongside my copyright notice at the bottom of each, but want to give notice on behalf of and thanks to Carole Hand for the artwork (image of me from Jerome AZ in the 1970s where she sketched me in performance).  Carole is a fabulously gifted artist and has painted musicians for decades.  More information about her can be found at http://www.playscape-recordings.com/jartcorner/p.html.  



A hole


Her teacher  gone but happy

she looks down and sees

a Patagonia vest hole 


his digital voice

Now further gone

or closer to here?


jai jai Goenkaji  


enter my funky farm house


sit my son

Watch your breath

Leave your gun


a puppy runs in circles. 

As fast as she can

no blame where she lands.  



Year of the Water Snake


The year of the water snake.

my rebirth after 60 years

no wonder

mucho change this year!

passing of dear Friend Mrs. Price (1913 to 2013), the soil of Africa, the clay of the Mississippi Delta

Passing of my Argo, her name was Xena (Sept 22, 1999 to May 3, 2013)

Passing of recurring romantic attachment, her name is .......,

Passing of a great Teacher's body, but not his works!

the Buddha incarnate, his name was S.N. Goenka (passed Sept 29 at 90).

all beautiful, auspicious,

and yet.... there is dew


Buddha Law,
in leaf dew

Kobayashi Issa



winter rainbows


patient south walls

the sun returned today

rainbow prism kitchen dance




in love again


a new fall

Yataro is reborn

in my Tucson Temple


falling in love again

Kobayashi Issa

in my ramshackle hut


how many times

will I slice my finger

on the same blender blade


a new puppy

sequel of my soul dog

the moon curls her tail



Can't get K to work!


Tennis.  a curse.  an addiction.   screw church! I'm going to play Tennis.  what guitar?  I have to practice my back hand.  up at 5 am to get to the courts (tennis courts, that is) so fahgetdabout woodshedding all night.

uh.. did somebody say woodshedding? ooooh, I love woodshedding.  ok, so i'll be a little punked out in the morning, oh well.  where's my ax? give it here!




8/24/13 Christine Lavine & Julie Gold Exclusive Songwriter Circle, hosted by Kat at Villa Grace


Villa Grace will host an exclusive songwriter circle on Aug 24 with Christine Lavin.