Double Post Day? Say What?

Yes. That's right folks. Two posts in one day! Say it ain't so. But it is...so don't say that. Speaking of music, if you read my last post. You ever feel like you could just spend the afternoon or evening laying on the floor with music spinning. It's a very real way of feeling for me. I remember specifically 2 years ago on a warm Texas spring day processing some heartbreak. I will always love City & Colour for the way it fills me and helps me to process emotion. I opened my window, laid on my bed, stared up at my ceiling fan and processed specific parts of the previous 7 years. There was a lot of letting go. There were a lot of dead and dying dreams...hopes. Seasons were changing. They always were. It was a slow change but came to a significant climax. I'm thankful for the ability to process. A lot of my processing is no longer talking through pain but feeling through it, letting it go, and deciding to grow from it. Maybe it's this stormy tornado weather that has me feeling like I just need to go spin some vinyl, open my windows to smell the rain, and lay on my bed in silence. Sounds like a dream to me right now. 

Photo by Luke Rieke (February Snowpocalypse 2015)

F a s t C a r

I adore this song. I have a few memories attached to it. The feeling of weightlessness and peace. The feeling of excitement of the unexpected ahead. I'm feeling pretty nostalgic these days. I'm challenged to dream again. I'm dreaming further and farther. I'm embracing the now and savoring it because I know that soon, this chapter will write off, and I'll be on to the next. 

If there are any memories I can keep...can I keep these?

#MondayMood :: Traveling Song // Ryn Weaver

This is my Monday mood. It was a long and exhausting weekend. You ever have so much feeling that words just cease? So many thoughts that not one sentence would be good enough to begin the retelling. Some days, that's me. Today is one of those days where music speaks more than words. Something that feels as deeply as I do. Something that communicates. Something that soothes. I love the way that music can do this. Makes me want to write a song. Perhaps I will.

Also, Ryn is the girl. Fer Real.

Oh father time...
That meter maid who lends one lively winking eye
We dance a borrowed jig while hiding from the fine
Oh, what I wouldn't spend to lend you mine

Nobody knows where they are going
Oh, how we try to wrap our minds
Over the edge of all our "knowings",
Be it a bang of the divine
Tip of my iceberg blues are showing
I've never been on for goodbyes...
So, till I meet you there, I'm singing
A traveling song to ease the ride and so you know

Everywhere I roam
I'll see you on the road

Oh, I take it in vain,
All the plans and moves that we made!
Half a heart is aching to grow.
Soulmates aren't just lovers, you know.
I know.
I know your eyes are the rain.
Just a soul that's changing it's shape.
I'll be laughing all of the way...
Thinking 'bout the days.

Nobody knows where they are going
Oh, how we try to wrap our minds
Over the edge of all our "knowings",
Be it a bang of the divine
Tip of my iceberg blues are showing
I've never been one for goodbyes...
So, till I meet you there, I'm singing
A traveling song to ease the ride and so you know

Everywhere I roam
I'll see you on the road

So, farewell to my friend.

He who taught me to love like a beast and to feast like the queen that he fed turtle soup! 

Little boy from Paris to the states, check the facts. That was Magical Max.

He was black sheep. and mischief. and love for his craft.

And he told me that I was Apollo 13 on that very last day. He said "shoot for your dreams, little girl. To the stars!" Well, I'm taking you with me now, this one is ours. 

And I know what you'd say, you'd say, "On with the show!"

So on we go...

"I'm Possible" by Jeremy Cowart