I’m all over the place this morning. So many things to do. I sit still and take a breath. I didn’t realize I was clenching my teeth. Now I can hear the birds outside my window and the clothes tumbling in the dryer.

Truth: this is my third try at a post. Nothing seems to satisfy me. It’s the very opposite of writing something quickly and letting it fly.

I go back to that song from yesterday… Then I lift up the post and look underneath.

We are such a mix of outside and inside–listening to music is the outside and how it takes me out of my head and connects me to something bigger than myself is the inside. The stars up above. 

So often music comes to me as mainly sound, beat, rhythm. I don’t even know what they’re saying. But when I have the words too, well, connecting the words to the music is quite something.


 365 true things about me