Let Hope Roll!

There is a beautiful tan and white Belgian that lives at the bottom of our hill. If you don’t know anything about horses Belgians are large work horses, breed to pull wagons. You will see them at the Stock Shows pulling fancy wagons. This one is tan with a long white mane and long white…

My heart is with Vegas

“It is said that, “When words fail, music speaks.”, on an ominous morning like this both words and music fail. We are left with heavy hearts and empathy for the victims.” My FB post on Monday Morning 10/2/17. Jeff and Cyndi were in Las Vegas the weekend before the horrible shooting that ended and altered…

Sometimes Pigs Fly

This past month has been a month filled with ups downs. My husband and I found ourselves moving his mother to our side of town. We toured assisted living centers and talked until we were sure that no stone was left unturned. Before we could move my mother-in-law, we had to take her to the…

Take Five

I cannot explain the pure joy I had yesterday. I started to learn “Take Five” by Paul Desmond. I first heard this song when I was in high school. I picked up the music book that had the same colorful cover as the Dave Brubeck Take Five album.  I just read that it was released…

Learning Music is Hard Sometimes

“The swing of the song rests in how you play around the silence between the notes.” I have been working on, “Once I Loved by Antonio Carlos Jobim,Vinicius De Moraes, Ray Gilbert.” Now just to let you know, I have a bit of a hang up about Brazilian songs. I struggle with the rhythm, the…

Snows of Life

It is the nature of spring in Colorado, but it tends to dampen dreams of green pastures, flower adorned mountain sides, and sprouting gardens.After living in Colorado all my life, I have come to recognize that although it is indeed snowing, new life is hidden but just barely, veiled by the cold frozen slush of…

Obsessed with Beauty

I have been obsessed with beauty since my brother died of cancer. I cannot really explain it. I can only recognize it and acknowledge it. After he died my world went silent, there was no God speaking words of comfort, there was no friend who knew what to say, there were pastors who were too…

What note will I play now?

Miles Davis said,”If you hit a wrong note, it’s the next note that you play that determines if it’s good or bad.” I feel like Trump winning the election is a note that was played by America, how I respond will determine if it was a good or bad note.  I do not like the…

The Myth of Talent

I grew up listening to people talk about how talented this person was or how talented that person was. There would be a literal conversation about how talented someone was. These conversations ensued, when I would play the piano. Inevitably, someone would tell me how talented I was. As a little girl, I would puff…

Finding the Magic

Christmas is the time of year when I am always looking for a little magic. The time of the year when the veil between the divine and the mortal thins. It is also the time when rushing, buying, decorating, and cooking often preoccupy my thoughts. I struggle to find the magic in the hustle and…

Writing Again

Writing again….two simple words but two important words for me. I miss writing and yet it is one of those things, I continue to put off when life hits me, tossing things into chaos. Life does that regularly. Writing sorts through my thoughts leaving only the important and the silly. Silly thoughts are important because…

Room for All

There is room for all of us. I am finding my way through the maze of post election celebrations and post election depression. It matters not which side of the election you happen to be on the problem is the same. It is finding our equilibrium in a world that is changing. I find myself…