I am all alone for a few hours. All by myself. John’s mother is keeping the girls. John is settling things at the house in Louisville, which we are preparing for selling. We have a buyer! I am supposed to be cleaning. Cleaning in this silence with thunderstorms on the horizon. Doing things that are truly impossible when the girls are here, like mopping and sorting junk. Somebody must be kidding me. A cosmic joke. Because the only thing that I can think about at this moment is writing, songs with the word silence in the title, and reading good books. My current read is Pushed by Jennifer Block. Playing is…
Words are unnecessary unless written and/or thoughtful. Good point this song makes. Listening is much more necessary. This song has grown better as I have gotten older.
Next, we have a classic. A most beautiful classic. I remember listening to this in the dark as a teenager. My room hot with no air conditioning. Fan blowing. Sticking to synthetic red satin sheets that wouldn’t stay on the bed. Alone, listening and staring at the ceiling – most of the time lamenting something (you know those melancholic teenage years), but in this case not. There was no thinking to do when listening to this song. This song always touched my soul. It’s nice, even now, in the quiet.
It is on such rare occassion that there is no one calling my name. Asking me questions. Suggesting I do something. Asking me to do something. I dare not waste a second. Not one slice of a second. I will write, read some, and then if I can muster up the energy after a couple, few more cups of coffee… I might do the dishes.
Have a nice holiday weekend folks. It is a time for celebrating life.