Night Alone

My husband’s out for the evening. I had forgotten about it until this morning when he mentioned it. Sometimes I’m so bad keeping track of things.

Anyway, I decided to use it as an excuse for a nice evening in on my own. I turned on some piano music, made a cake (which I will frost soon), and made chicken parm for dinner.

I feel kind of bad because I got a little excited when he first reminded me that he’d be away. It’s not that I don’t like spending time with him, it’s just that sometimes having the night to myself can be nice.

It’s been very relaxing so far.

What are you up to this evening?

All You’ve Ever Wanted

I was listening to music this evening while going about some tasks. A song started playing and I had to slow down and pay attention. The piano was simple, yet hopeful. The song is from 2013, so I don’t know if I had missed it, or have just forgotten about it along the way.

I needed the words tonight, and I hope that it will touch some of you the same way.

Music Fills A Void

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It’s dark and gloomy. Piano Man plays through my head and brings me back to times past, to a talented young man who would play that song, along with dozens of others. A group would cluster around the piano and we’d all lift our voices together, as one.

Unity.

That’s what the music would bring, unity. Perhaps that’s something the songwriters of an older generation recognized, but now, somehow, I feel a separation.

Isolation comes in many different forms for many different reasons. There are times it’s filled with peace and solitude, and times it’s filled with loneliness or fear.

I don’t have all the answers, there are some things I will never know.

I’m on a journey ever forward, but every now and then a song will arise and strike a chord in my heart; evoking certain thoughts, feelings, and memories from a time in my distant past.

“It’s sad and it’s sweet and I knew it complete.”

Reflections Upon A Jar

This is my day today. A cup of tea, some soft piano music playing in the background, while painting a jar.

It’s not the prettiest thing, but that’s alright. It’s me. It’s a way to relax and unwind. And, best of all, this jar has a purpose.

When I’m finished with it, this jar will be a jar of positivity where I can collect all the inspiring things I come across in the upcoming year. Things I’m grateful for, good things that have happened, and whatever else seems fitting.

I’m also realizing what a dork I am.

I named the image file “Jar And Tea.” As sad as it is, I have to admit that I laughed to myself upon reading it. It’s a jar-an-tea(guarantee)! So… Yeah.

Also, upon tagging this post, I went to add the tag “paint.” Instead, I accidentally typed “pain.” It got me thinking how important that one little letter is.

It’s kind of like each of us, even though at times we may feel small and insignificant, we can be the difference between something that brings hurt or healing. Pain or beauty.

Have a good one wherever you may be today! May you be light and a blessing, with blessings in return.