~for the wild child, daughter, wife, mother~



I am drifting into the tender part of the night, when deceit is pointless, and I argue with conviction within myself that in our lives that it will never be too late, but I know I contradict my prior musing...somewhere between the fact that time is a wasting commodity, precocious and precious, lives this idea within, that there is nothing that cannot be navigated, recompensed,  even forgiven...

the argument goes on, the tide of battle switching back and forth, and for now I must be satisfied with the meagerness of I can’t give up, be at ease by acknowledging defeat, not just yet, and the fast arrival of a clean slate is a chance, a draw, a ticket to ride, and,

reaching

is a wonderful idea, full of compromise, out and in, extra effort, and tomorrow I may yet teach one of us, even myself, by reaching inside of what churns within, and then have the perfect words you require, for a desperate need, and a comforting that comes forth easily

Dear S and K,

Both of you never cease to inspire me-I am bowled over by your wonderful music.

I know many people have talent but they fade away somehow.
I admire people who keep their passion to the end, enjoying more as they move along-t his is the best way to live.
Life is about doing--even more than thinking-the latter is within and might not find expression while the former is alive, vibrant, inspiring edifying, sharing and being at heart with people.
We grow older by the day but let's not let time push us away--if we pursue this path,life could never be dull or lacking in value

Music is a torch that lights up darkness,consoler of the heart and balm for the soul-it is the most supreme art, in my view-it is the sweetest poetry in sound.

I have begun to listen and am thoroughly enjoying.

Keep well and safe during this painful time
yours-in-admiration
P

Out in the garden is the place to be
Cutting and pruning the old oak tree
Edging the grass to where it should be
Hoping the sunshine will again be me.


Love Mary