Music in the wind

I was just thinking about the times when I was truly happy as a child were the times when I was doing nothing, really...sitting in a tree with a book, or swinging on the swing set while a thunderstorm rolled in, or running in the pasture filled with wild flowers. The times when I am happiest now are similar...sitting in the warm sand with friends, paddling out on the sparkling, blue ocean, and feeling the music in the wind. Sometimes it is good to be alone with my heart and thoughts and untangle everything that scrunches up my soul in the seasons of life that are harder, but I am also so very grateful for the beautiful friends I've met along my life's journey, who bring love, peace, and moments and memories that matter.

Canoeing Song - original composition

Moments That Matter

Walking with my niece through the woods...and just talking about everything. 

Light and Shadows

Oh hail, what a Monday! 

On break between classes, I caught some hail in my hand. It is very surreal to see half the ocean inky blue, the other half blinding white from sunshine struggling to part the huge, curling clouds and losing the battle to the smeared, heavy shadows overhead.

On the farm, this was the weather I'd try to fly in by running down steep pasture hills, or swing as high as I could on the swings and jump off, arms out.

We never grow up in the wind. It always reminds us our hearts are young.

Rain Lullaby - piano

Soundcloud link to my rain lullaby: Rain Lullaby

Reflection on a Sun Fire Night

After work, I swam for a long, long time, until I forgot I was swimming and peace settled on me, smoothing out the ripples of worry, stress, and sadness. In chasing strength and speed, I found my heart slip into that peaceful reflection I often long for. Later, at Asilomar, I watched the sun slip slowly into the fog-covered horizon; a red fire lit up the storm clouds and dark shadows raking across the sea. The waves crashed, luminous in the dying light, defiant against the wind. I felt grateful to have seen it. Often, in life, I look so far ahead, seeing the end of something instead of letting moments carry me and surprise me and delight me...and it is my battle to let go and surrender to those moments: the joy and sorrow of life and living. Truly, our hearts beat and break and we exist; this life is exquisite in its fragility and power, song and color, sacredness and nakedness of soul and longing.