" so is music an asylum. it takes us out of the actual and whispers to us dim secrets that startle our wonder as to who we are, and for what, whence and whereto. all the great interrogatories, like questionings angels, float in on its waves of sound." - ralph waldo emerson

waking to the sun
teaching sam and blue to play fetch
practicing and enjoying it
driving on country roads through sunset
napping outside
reading with my babies curled up on me
writing of only beautiful things
listening to the birds
shostakovich symphonies
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La noche está estrellada, y tiritan, azules, los astros, a lo lejos.

The night has crashed, and they shiver, blue, the stars, in the distance.

wonderful day really. 7am waking up to the jelly man. there's a new man out on the streets of toluca. tamale man screaming tamales at 7am and midnight(honestly who buys them i wonder at that time of day/night?), garbage man ringing that amazingly loud bell and now the jelly man with this deafening whistle. too much. wakes me up and once i'm awake i ( Read more... )

heather and holly are both in florida right now. heather on business. and holly on vacation with a family bc she needs time to chill and relax. thomas is at college hoping to pass some classes and i myself am counting the days until i'm in dallas. not to say i'm overly excited about it. but there is something about going back to 9242 that always ( Read more... )