A single rose, a dinner, a dance,
a poem, a song, a heart, a chance.
A loving missive
a kiss, a glance–
the world is ours
and we are blessed
if even once
we have Loved.
Wishing all of you a Lovely day, full of happiness, hearts and flowers as you go your way…
Love you! ~ Lily
I had a dream last week that I was singing at a coffee house. I have readers and WordPress friends who are real honest-to-goodness musicians, so to them, this dream would be no more than a yawn. But to me–I love music but am Woefully Unmusical–it felt like learning to swim. Freedom, accomplishment. A new form of mobility.
In my dream, it was Open Mike Night and somehow someone Forced me onstage. (Even in my dreamworld, it is well known that there was no way I would go voluntarily.) So I sang a song that I wrote Years and Years and Eons ago. Yes, I used to write songs–lyrics–like I write poetry now; I think in poetry sometimes and I used to think in songs. Since I am so woefully unmusical and unable to write the music that I imagined, I used to sing my songs into a tape recorder (Yes I was a mere child, you are deducing correctly).
Up on that dream stage, I sang one of my ancient tunes, a cappella.
Since in dreams anything can and does happen, it may not surprise you that the audience members Loved my little tune. There was a moment of silence (they were stunned, as was I) and then they rose to their feet in adulation with raucous applause.
Then I awoke.
It would have been nice to dream of my continued rise to fame and my stardom, but instead I awoke thinking: I should get a guitar. I should learn to play the guitar. Huh? Where did that come from? I didn’t even have a guitar in my dream. I can only think that on some level I knew just how off-key atrocious I must have sounded, particularly without any accompaniment.
But it does sound fun to write lyrics, like poetry, and to write music in my mind again.
How much stead do you put in dreams? Ever follow any?
Just wondering. Lala la la.
This photo is from my archives; all low-lying vegetation here is currently under feet of snow…
Just sending bright flowery greetings and thoughts out to my WordPress friend Thomas (go to his site, here) who is going into the hospital for surgery on Monday.
I am always happy to see him when he visits here, and often I can be found reading in his interesting and compelling little corner of the world. His blog is full of his artistry and history and his posts never cease to amuse, inform, and fascinate me.
My thoughts are with him, and if I could think of something sparkling and cheery enough to match his dry wit and brilliant mind, I’d send that too!
Meanwhile sending warm wishes and prayers your way, Tom.
May you soon happily return to grace your place, and mine.
becomes too warm and itchy
the walls in winter
cannot help but reach
Life: It’s All in the Execution…
Seize the day
with its time to do everything
But alone is not what you wish,
is not what you crave,
as you sip your organic T
missing the L.C.,
lovers an arm’s length apart,
how much time
how many years?
A family with
and you wonder
do they know
do they know what they have?
What they might salvage,
what they can save?
selfish is a state of mind.
is an execution
This month… may you find love or keep love, cherish love: reap love.