I have music in my universe. Worldly music in mundane moments. Driving in the car, I hear the song of the wind through the windows. From my front door I hear the music of a train in the distance; it’s brakes singing a song of lonely longing and hopeful sighs.

I hear the power of leaves rushing in the wind, and the percussion rattle of acorns falling onto the ground.

Music…birds whistling from the cattails in our swamp, little frogs chorusing, bats whisking; tree to tree, rain dropping into grass, car tires swishing on wet pavement.

My musical universe wraps around my soul, brings me peace, brings silence to my heart.

Day 9



This morning is peaceful.  Parker woke me, letting me know I was wasting daylight. I have been on the couch though. Reading, drinking coffee, enjoying the quiet in my peaceful downstairs with my new curtains.  (The upstairs is an explosion awaiting attention)

       Today I am grateful for peace and


Day 8..belated

On day 8 I was grateful for our Parker dog.  He kept me faithful company throughout the day.
Parker is not just a dog. Parker is a yogi.  He knows what I am thinking and responds. He is


gentle and loving. And he has trained me well to react to his actions so that I might fulfill his needs.  He also makes a willing bed for our friend Giddiup.


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