December 26, 2008

The geography of my body has become a little unfamiliar.  There are silver paths left by tiny feet and new mountains and hills created by an earthquake. 

I am rich.

There are new masterpieces at my disposal.  A living sculpture that continually changes and is molded anew, coos and giggles that are more melodious than any music.  There is a story that is greater than any drama unfolding before my eyes.

I am privileged.

She… December 9, 2008

Music has a way of expressing things so well…. she

She Lyrics

 

She may be the face I can’t forget
the trace of pleasure or regret
may be my treasure or the price I have to pay.

She may be the song the Psalmist sings
may be the chilly Autumn breeze
may be a hundred different things
within the measure of a day.

She may be the beauty or the beast…. 

 This song is cute, but not entirely accurate when speaking of Amy, of course.

Celtic Thunder is a group we’ve been enjoying lately…a little too much perhaps! 🙂

Cutie Pie December 2, 2008