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Poetry

Curious

The concept of listening to music.

Curious.

Close your eyes.

Where is the music?

Are you listening?

Or is the music

in

you?

Categories
Music

Rushing Lightness

I’ve been melting into music today.

Or music has been melting into me, it’s really hard to say what’s happening exactly.

It’s the most beautiful feeling, though, the way music occasionally moves through me like the wind. I say occasionally because the feeling of rushing lightness isn’t always there when I listen to music.

Only sometimes.

Like today.

And my goodness it was all the lovely things.

I’ve needed a bit of lightness in the face of all the dark of late, and I sure did find that shine today.

In the music.

Sigh.

Of course I found it in the music.

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Categories
Life

The Sun Chair

It’s Saturday morning and I’m lazing in the sun chair.

I always make my way back to this place, this little corner of my world that feeds me so beautifully to the sun. It’s a place for just ‘being’, this sun chair of mine, and these days— more than ever before—I need a place to just ‘be’.

For a great deal of yesterday, the sun chair and I sat and listened to the sounds of life as they broke through the window beside us. The calming wind, the gum trees with their squawking cockatoos and paper leaves; there was also the beautiful music that flowed in through my ears and out through my soul. The sun chair and I listened to those sounds, and they became us for a while.

It was awfully nice.

I don’t know why I’ve chosen the sun chair as my new ‘happy place’, and I don’t think I really have to know. It just feels nice to be here, so I keep coming back.

I do love this sun chair of mine.

For all the reasons, really.

All of them.

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Categories
Twelve Days of Christmas

The Language of a Soul

It’s the eleventh day of Christmas and I’m listening to music.

Beautiful music.

It sends my spirit into the sky.

It turns my body into love.

Beautiful music—

language of my soul.

How I adored you, on the eleventh day of Christmas.

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