Read, Listen, & Create

When you’re used to that feeling you’ve felt for so long, Seems kinda pointless tryin’a put it in a song. Cause what can I tell you that hasn’t been said? I’ll try to describe it this way instead. You’re that cold mornin air kissing my cheeks. You’re in dew on the grass blades so thick that it speaks. Whispering softly into my ear. Your sweet little nothings I’ve been longing to hear.  Your sweet little nothings are something to me. They make me feel precious, and happy, and free.  They ring in my ears like a warm melody. Your sweet little nothings are something to me. I’m the big bright moon waning in the pitch black night sky. Tryin’ to stay on the straight and narrow, as the crow flies. But late in the evening when I rest my head, The ghost of you always slips inside my bed.  And I hear Your sweet little nothings are something to me. They make me feel precious, and happy, and free.  They ring in my ears like a warm melody. Your sweet little nothings are something ...

The cool morning breeze kissing my cheeks. Dew on the grass blades so thick that it speaks. Whispering sweet nothings into my ear. All those little things I’ve been longing to hear.

Today, I made Italian Ricotta Cookies. I let Lyla take the reins and she was befuddled to learn that “cheese” was the secret ingredient. She chose pink for the icing. They were soft, delicious, and pretty dang easy to make.

A few months ago I stumbled across the genius that is Brandi Carlile. Upon first listen, I instantly felt  a strong connection with her music. Her lyrics are deep and raw, along with her voice. This one has been on repeat lately. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=o8pQLtHTPaI

On January 1, 2020, I finished reading my first book of the year. And it was a doozy. It opened my eyes to a brand new way of thinking. And also opened a new spot in my heart. In fact, upon reading the final paragraph, I found myself bursting into tears. Thank you, Mr. Thoreau. The light which puts out our eyes is darkness to us.  Only that day dawns to which we are awake.  There is more day to dawn.  The sun is but a morning star.