I’m a musical gal, from my wee days taking piano and drum lessons, to my current stint in a community choir. Listening to music is what going to church is for some, so I celebrate with Sunday Song. Each week, I post a song that’s been my earworm for the week or something that reflects what’s happening in my world along with a wee story why.
Sunday Song: Seasons of Love
I’m a musical gal, from my wee days taking piano and drum lessons, to my current stint in a community choir. Listening to music is what going to church is for some, so I celebrate with Sunday Song, a new series here at Daisy Smiley Face. Each week, I post a song that’s been my earworm for the week or something that reflects what’s happening in my world. Today: Seasons of Love.
Signs
When contemplating change, in addition to traditional INFJ (over)analyzing, I pay attention to the world around me, which I believe sends me signs. I don’t go looking for signs — that defeats the purpose. But if something comes my way, and I see / hear / experience it, and it makes my brain go, “Look! A SIGN!” then I take notice. I contemplate then what the sign may be trying to tell me and where it fits into the contemplating process.
Sunday Song: She Sings
I’m a musical gal, from my wee days taking piano and drum lessons, to my current stint in a community choir. Listening to music is what going to church is for some, so I celebrate with Sunday Song, a new series here at Daisy Smiley Face. Each week, I post a song that’s been my earworm for the week or something that reflects what’s happening in my world. Today: She Sings.
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I like to take photos of empty and/or abandoned places. I wonder who was there before me or why someone isn’t there now. What life did the place have prior to my arrival and why does it not have the same life now?
When I stumbled across the relics I’m focusing on for Thursday Doors this week, which caught my eye because they, too, have been abandoned, I knew what life these doors had before me, and I know why they don’t have a life now. It made me a bit sad, even though I’m a fan of progress as well, that these blasts from the past have been tossed aside in favor of 21st century “improvements” (not necessarily a good thing).
Tuesday with Tara
When you don’t know what to do, do nothing. So that’s what I’m doing. Well, I’m blogging, which is NOT nothing, but as far was what I’m thinking about doing, I’m doing nothing.
Is anybody else dizzy from that now, too?
Memento and more
The host of the Just Jot It January challenge asked for daily word prompt suggestions. I was scrolling through Merriam-Webster’s Word of the Day website at the time and memento jumped out at me. I suggested that and it was chosen for the inspiration for today’s post!
One might think that memento would urge me to write about an object obtained in my travels or from someone I care/d about, but nay. The first thing that popped into my head was a movie, and that’s making me revisit my infrequent Movie Monday series. YAY!
January Joy
The long lines everywhere have shortened and/or disappeared. The traffic’s back to normal and is even lighter than usual some mornings and evenings. It’s 2019 and everything’s getting back to the way it should be, without holiday hubbub (and The Sickness, which has finally ended). January is one of the most…. wonderful tiiiiiiiiiiimes…. of the year!
The Best Laid Plans
And so it goes, the best laid plans. Being sick for about half of the month was not how I planned to spend December. Alas, it was what happened. I had planned to do this or that the week before and the week of Christmas, but only what had to be done was completed, not by my choice. The rest of the time was spent relaxing, recouping, and recharging. It’s paying off and I feel like a human! For several days now. The cough lingers a wee bit, but…
Zen and the art of nose blowing
Such a farce, a tease, a carrot on the end of a stick that was so much further away than I realized. The day I thought I turned a corner, I did — but only to get hit by a second truck I never saw coming. I was better than I had been, but not well. The true meaning of that word wouldn’t arrive in any real way for another five days (read: until today).
