everything?hmmm..I'm going to ponder that onemaybe sometimes it's jazz and the blues!
I'm glad the golden beams filled up the space so you had to move outside and meet the sun in your garden. Maybe the beams were a love letter inviting you to a tryst with light in the garden. The earth thunders with new life in the spring- it never fails to jolt me with wonder. I enjoyed this post, and also the quote "Everything we do is music."
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