Never been able to resist an invitation to dance. By a small — and not at all interesting or intriguing coincidence — I’ve spent a little time recently thinking about all the things I dearly love in this life and would miss, so thank you, Mark Starlin, for a chance to get those thoughts out, in no particular order but as they occurred, in a place of noise and shadows.
~ the smiles of my daughter and son, on every occasion. Nothing lifts my heart, my mind, my soul, more quickly than the sight of these.
~ the smell of hay, mown and turned, drying in the sunshine. Hay keeps a little of this magic in each bale, even when stored in a barn.
~ a sweet certainty that for every emotion I feel, there’s a piece of music that captures and distils the essence of that emotion in a way words will never be able to approach. Music is the language beyond language, beyond thought.
~ animal dramatics of every species, but most especially equine, feline and camelid thespians. When life is good, what else is there to turn to but drama?
~ a moment I catch in time again and again, a moment of transportation, heart and mind lost in the way you describe a world I will never know and make it feel as if I was born there.
~ the taste of bread, in every variety and state of being, with and without accompaniments.
