Good morning everyone! More to come when the coffee has filtered through my body, but for now enjoy your morning, the paper (if you care) and a little Joni..
Category: music
Crank It Up
It’s Friday and all I can say (for the moment) is…B-r-u-u-u-c-c-c-e!!!!
Which Way Wednesday
This day started way too early, or the night decided to continue far longer than is reasonable. I’m left with one of those days when my head feels three feet thick despite multiple cups of coffee, my body moves as if it’s slogging through a swamp – forget about lightness and grace – just getting from Point A to Point B is a challenge (oh, the gym is going to be fun today – not). It isn’t yet 7AM here…I could go back to sleep…nope, can’t do – too much java. What to do? Listen to JT…and pretend that the wind is blowing cool air, the pool isn’t a sickly green from algae that won’t leave (Andy insists I should pretend it’s a lake – but it looks radiated at the moment) and this isn’t a headache I have, just the weight of too many ponderous thoughts…Let’s just go up on the roof. Enjoy the music and don’t even think about relating to some of the hairstyles.
Which way Wednesday? Whichever way you choose, I hope you choose to make it a good day..
Slow It Down Sunday
I need to slow down this train a little bit – even though I realize that I’m not the conductor. Close your eyes and just enjoy the music. For these brief moments just let go of all that we do to rob ourselves of our most precious commodity. More later – for now, Sandy Denny…
While We’re On The Subject Of Love
If you didn’t see this video when it went viral, you missed a treat – and a wonderful moment in the lives of these two people. If you did see it, you can’t deny that it’s worth seeing again. Is there anything better than feeling the love and dancing along? Take a time out and enjoy.
ps. Hey Andy – I love you
Play It Again…Adam
Since this has been posted so many times before, I think it is now incumbent upon you to just sing along…Sunday morning karaoke. You’ve got everything you need – a cup of coffee, some rain to muffle any questionable notes, a spoon for your microphone. You’ll get to the paper in a few minutes. Right now, clear the cobwebs out of your throat, close your eyes and just start the day with a song.
So Cool Saturday
It’s going to be one of those delicious, rainy days – the steady rhythm of drops against the roof, the clouds proudly looking on at the product of their efforts. Rain…it’s cooling the parched ground and the leaves are now stretching up and up, reaching with exhilaration. And I have the rain’s permission to hang back and snuggle into my home. Some reading, some music, some silent thoughts as I try to understand how karma even fits into the tragic events in Aurora, Colorado (if you think I have answers for this one, please don’t bother reading further – I don’t). I’m going to remind myself to be a bit more grateful today, love a little better today and hold time a little closer and yet more gently.
But I’m also gonna get my groove on – cause that’s just how I have to roll. It needs to carry me to that fundamental place that we all identify with and recognize as part of our uniqueness and part of our connection to the greater whole. So without further ado, for your Saturday listening pleasure…Keb Mo
Trip The Light
I’m sitting in the kitchen, shaking my head with disbelief that we’re already well on our way to one-hundred plus degrees with enough humidity to make the air feel like a soupy custard concoction. My brother-in-law is somewhere touring Civil War sites and I keep wondering if he’s actually breathing during these treks, or whether he’s just driving around in air-conditioned comfort (I know he’s engaged in the former – a great guy, if not a little crazy).
Even the trees are beginning to tire – sagging as they typically do toward the end of August, when they’ve had enough of the season and are bowing their heads, laying low until the cooler September days arrive. The birds are limiting their conversations to the pre-dawn and post-sunset hours – and typically they gossip with each other all day (if we think that our lives can mimic a soap opera, I have a feeling that the birds have it all over us). Even the Sirs have had it – when I take them out, they sort of look at me like I’m kidding.
So where’s a person to go to get her happy on? Right here. I’m restricting myself to songs that make me smile, books with happy endings and ice-cold water. I read Simon Marsh’s blog this morning and felt humbled by his grace, grateful for his friendship and transported by his enthusiastic love for life’s unintended beauty. HelpMeRhonda posted some crazy pictures of attack flies that swarmed her truck while she was out with her dad. The gift of being with her dad resonates more with me – though the flies did make me wonder what could happen if Mother Nature gets any more ticked off. David Kanigan continues to set a bar that is so high, I just keep going to the gym to see if I can stretch my muscles far enough so I can at least touch it on tip-toes.
I can kvetch with the best, but I’m choosing to sing. I can slog through this day or I can dance – I’m a better dancer than I am a slogger. And certainly I laugh far more heartily than I snivel. Don’t get me wrong – I’m definitely holed up in the air conditioning while I trip the light fantastic, but today I’m going to trip all over myself within the confines of my house. And if you’re wondering what to do with a spare moment in your day – here’s an idea..it’s time to party somewhere in the world, so you might as well get up and dance.
Monday Mojo
Spirits flagging? Need a little something to get your mojo going in the middle of a long , hot afternoon? You can’t watch this and not find your head bobbing, your juices flowing and your eyes dancing as you watch these bands compete…
On The Way To Friday
A little pre-weekend treat..
Wind Down Wednesday
The day is beginning to wind down..Here’s to a glass of white wine and a little cheese, a cool breeze and the promise of a lovely evening…
In My Dream Last Night
I think I’ve mentioned that I used to sing to my sons each night after stories and before bed (and before they would start goofing around with each other, climbing up and down the bunk bed, “Mommy, he won’t stay in his bed”, “Tell him to be quiet”, “Mommy? Mommy? MOOOOOOOOM!!!”). They typically picked ‘When You Wish Upon A Star’ or ‘Somewhere Over The Rainbow’. I dreamed about this last night. Their bedroom was decorated in a way that I wish I could have afforded, the lighting was different than the reality. But those boys? They looked as magical as little boys do, smelled of Johnson & Johnson shampoo, and were fetching in their He-Man pajamas. I woke up with a wet pillow that I was holding so tightly I didn’t recognize at first what it was. But I’m very glad it wasn’t a kid – I would’ve smothered him (or awoke to some serious screaming).
When Aaron and Theresa married last year, he and I met on the dance floor for ‘our’ dance. And he whispered in my ear, “Mom, I’m gonna get you”…He did, he does, he always will..
Wishing you a tranquil kinda Tuesday…
Waiting for the Karma Truck 