Listening to instrumental music brings me to great heights of serenity, especially when it is excellently done. Lately I have found myself absorbed in the music from the soundtrack Little Women by Thomas Newman. I hum through the portions of my day with the dramatic displays of the music's essence, rising and falling. It parallels the intricacies of my life these days.....the rises and the falls.
My siblings and I are experiencing such difficult times with my mother and her sickness. It meets with me as I awaken on these frosty mornings and it lingers heavy on my mind as my head buries itself upon the pillow at night.
This picture has absolutely nothing to do with music or Little Women. However, it is a photo I took while in Pennsylvania of an old covered bridge and I like the contrasting light patterns.
Wednesday, January 14, 2009
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