this song

has been in my head all day.

I'm pretty sure it's a love song.

noted

It's easy to stand at the edge of a desert and say, " it's hot and dry"  

...and after so much rain it's tempting to sum up these days as merely "cold and damp" but here are some things that I have noticed.  Saturated objects are profoundly dense.  Water has weight and other properties that help it make its own way (physics and stuff).  There is a difference between the emotionalism of color and the drama of contrast.  Remarkable things will flourish in the unusual and extreme ... and trees are rooted in the earth but have enviable reach.  

weighing

I had an ambitious schedule for myself this morning.  I know, Sunday?  It didn't matter anyway because as I was standing in the kitchen weighing the respective merits of coffee and tea, I realized it was all going to have to wait.  

transcendent

I was sitting here dreaming(?)  The sun streaming in low -- warming this wood, my skin.  

I started to write that I was listening to this*...

but that doesn't do it.  Listening does not describe the experience at all.  I'm not sure what does.  There don't seem to be any words within reach.  Dreaming might have to do. 

I am a reader of "comments" and an occasional follower of advice read therein, so my thanks to the youtube viewer who suggested The Orlando Consort, Josquin Desprez:  Motets -- bass and volume up.  The last hour of my life has been, well ... all of this light and warmth, what to say ... transcendent.  I've just never quite been here before.

Thanks too, to this veritable Sherpa who led me this way in the first place.  

*This interpretation is "magnifique" but I have to agree that the Orlando Consort (volume+bass) brought tears to my eyes, my dogs eyes and, very likely, to the eyes of my neighbors.  

trust

Trust that little voice in your head that says "Wouldn't it be interesting if..."; And then do it.  
Duane Michals

noted

Ribbony sunsets, peach and milk...

and an uncommon frosting that was best appreciated up close.  Many thanks to the spider who spun this web in order that this morning's foggy frost might change a common beauty into fine lace, extraordinary and fleeting.  

every song is a love song

two from Thao -- 

because she is awesome.