Rain marching downwards
Gravity’s relentless draw
Early morning thoughts
Pursuing Progress
I watch a hummingbird
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Sunlight’s holding back
Eastern mountains soon will glow
As this day begins
As youth I chose
To deeply explore music
Each word critical
Music is critical to me. For my teenage years, I focused my study there. Well, as best as I could focus at that age. Music means so very much to me. Understanding the way lyrics, melody and harmony intersect for the good of the story carried great value.
I seek to recapture that. Spent some time this morning enjoying it again. Until life’s demands intruded. Soon, I’ll return. These delights critical to my soul.
For so great a mind
Those who understand “Assay”
Others are tested
There are many fears
They will never be lonely
I can leave them be
It’s so hard, sometimes, to disentangle from my fears. They are so deeply interwoven into my life. Yet I’ve rooted out many over the years.
May you be freed from fear’s inertia. From its attempts to rob you of joy and wonder.
And may your Sunday recharge and invigorate you.