I'm restless. It's one of those days that I want to do something. But there's nothing I want to do. I've been doing a couple of necessary things around the house while listening to some music. That is not a bad thing. In fact I desperately need to do a lot more, around the house that is. I probably listen to enough music. Today perhaps I've heard too many songs. There are songs that are like photo albums. They carry the memories of wonderful times and precious people. For some stupid reason I chose to open those albums this afternoon. I suppose I thought I could just enjoy the music.
Sometimes you can have a conversation with anyone. Sometimes conversations with a stranger are just what you need. A new perspective. Evidence of a larger world.
But sometimes the world seems a bit too large to handle. That's when you need a conversation with one who already understands. Words aren't called for, just a familiar curve between a familar neck and shoulder where your head fits perfectly, and the only conversation is between two hearts, one reminding the other of the true rhythm of life.
I better get back to the laundry.
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