I just opened the shades in my room for the second time and when I did I saw such a glorious sight.
It was as if I were looking at my own personal Hallmark card.
There were roses blooming, the most vibrant crimson set against the deep hunter green of the leaves and a bird gracefully flew by, welcoming me to the afternoon and the neighborhood. It took me aback, it truly did.
So I am drinking in this picturesque Monday afternoon.
During this I was singing "Come What May" from Moulin Rouge. I am performing it at a wedding this weekend. I also was enjoying the films and music of "Pocahontas" and "Sister Act".
I loved those films years ago and was swept up in them all for different reasons. It is funny how life is circular. I spent today doing what I did years upon years ago, belting my way through an exquisitely nuanced love theme, wishing I could paint with all the colors of the wind, and breaking it down to the music at a joyous convent.
There are no words for how much I love music, it is like my second skin, my heart, my breath, my strength, my companion, my harbour amidst the chaos.
I think that "Come What May", "Just Around the Riverbend", "Colors of the Wind", "If I Never Knew You" (now seamlessly put back into the film -- If you have seen or heard this tune, rent the film NOW... it makes the film stronger), "Savages", and "I Will Follow Him" are some of my most beloved musical treasures.
A simple, hearftelt, and refreshing day of film, grocery shopping (I always feel secure and safe when I have all my food stocked up in the fridge and cabinets), song, rose adoration, and bird watching.
The rose is my favourite flower. It speaks to my soul. Such beautiful creations... one never knows when one will stumble upon the next treasure.
Ahhhhhh,
Dustin
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