Saturday, October 29, 2011

If Music Be...

(Is it just me or are the dishes never done? It's like as soon as they're clean more have taken their place...)

Let's have a chat, you and I. 

I'd like to chat about music. As I write this I have some songs floating through my head. Not songs with lyrics, necessarily, but rather pure, simple music, the kind that sweeps you into far off places like Middle Earth, Narnia, Neverland... or, in my case, the middle of a forest in the mountains during fall. All of the trees are changing color and the sun is high overhead keeping me warm on a chilly, sweater-wearing kind of day. 

As I listen to this music I close my eyes and find myself cuddled up on an oversized, comfy couch with a homemade afghan and some hot tea listening to the rain on the roof of my log cabin, thankful for the roof over my head, the warmth of the house and of my family in the house around me, and reveling in the fact that I am surrounded by the beauty of nature instead of the cement-filled, car-laden, inspiration-less world I always seem to find myself in. 

I have never been one for the city life. While I have lived in a city and definitely enjoyed the experience and appreciate being able to get Indian or Thai food or Starbucks whenever I want it, I could never, ever live there long term. So until Johnny and I escape it I allow myself to dream about it and pray that it will someday happen. Odd as it seems, I want the location of my home to be the reason for school snow cancellations, if you get my drift. 

Am I the only one who is affected this way by music? I have no problem with being alone in this, but I've a feeling that I'm not...