We can work it out

 

 

One of the great benefits of being me is that I sometimes awaken with a sound track playing in my head. A fully orchestrated soundtrack to my dreams. 

And just like dreams, you have to make a concerted effort to retain them during that fuzzy twilight period between slumber and consciousness. It is always a struggle to capture and retain them into full waking awareness. Sometimes they get away, despite your best efforts to hold on to them. 

It could be a song I heard the day before or quite often it is something I haven't heard for months or even years. The really frustrating ones are the ones you don't even know the name or artist so it is very difficult to go find it on the internet; so you just have to enjoy it in the moment.

There used to be a lot more music in my head, or maybe it is still there and I am just not listening. Maybe the music is just fine but the focus is simply lacking. 

This one tried to slip away too, but I was able to grab it and drag it here for our listening pleasure.

 

The Coming of Spring

 

It takes a while before things thaw from the deeply cold winter freeze. Flowers don't bloom on the first day of spring. The sun must shine consistently to coax beauty from the earth.

I thank I'm gon need a drank

 

Hard Candy Christmas

 

 

Dolly was a woman of many Really Big talents. 

But I think her greatest power rested in her ability to turn a phrase. She was a really powerful writer of songs, and what made them great was she was unwaveringly authentic. You always knew who she was and where she came from. And, an all around good human being to boot.

RIP Dolly Parton

Thanks for the...

    memories.

See you when I git there

I'll Be Sweeter Tomorrow

 

When the world is at peace