Today, my lovely little daughter and i had a tea party. It was quite magical, as tea parties often are. I really enjoy these moments with her and am so grateful for the things i can do at times like this. She was off getting the unicorn teapot with her special made tea (honey, water and coconut milk for creamer, mm mmm quite yummy! 
and i laid there listening to the sounds of piano coming from the living room. As my son practiced for his talent show he entered tonight. Although i cannot be there for him, again. I can be HERE for him and although i couldn't be the mom running fun games at my daughters fall party today at school i could be HERE with her. And i smiled. I felt it all. My heart was full. These sounds trailed through the air as our tea party commenced...i used to listen to this song so much when he was a little boy. Now, he plays it so beautifully for others.
And if the snow buries my
My neighborhood
And if my parents are crying
Then I'll dig a tunnel
From my window to yours
Yeah, a tunnel from my window to yours
You climb out of the chimney
And meet me in the middle
The middle of the town
And since there's no one else around
We let our hair grow long and forget all we used to know
Then our skin gets thicker from living out in the snow
You change all the names
Sleeping in my head
As the day grows dim
I hear you sing a golden hymn
Then we tried to name our babies
But we forgot all the names that
The names we used to know
But sometimes we remember our bedrooms
And our parent's bedrooms
And the bedrooms of our friends
Then we think of our parents
Well what ever happened to them?
You change all the names
Sleeping in my head to gold as the day grows dim
I hear you sing a golden hymn
The song I've been trying to sing
Purify the colors, purify my mind
Purify the colors, purify my mind
And spread the ashes of the colors
Over this heart of mine
As my blog implies 'Dandelion discotheque', i approach my world so many days through the sound of music. I awaken nearly every morning with song lyrics in my head. Often pertaining to things that are happening to me or around me. In many ways. Its why sometimes i will simply post a song with italicized lyrics. Music speaks to me and through me. Lyrics sometimes release what i am not able to. They share parts of me, i may not feel like sharing in other ways. Sometimes...i wonder if they do for a reader or two, as well. Thanks for listening and being here.
Also, for those wondering, i have hired a homeopath for my daughter as Drs sort through what could possible be occurring in her. If you've ever moved through our medical system, they you know just how this occurring happens and how long it takes. Thus far the GI pediatric Dr is not concerned of her 3 slightly elevated tests although she is repeating one of them and adding a few new tests. My daughter is responding somewhat well to the homeopathy the homeopath put her on while we figure out if this is post COVID or what exactly. I am finding things that lessen it in her...and things that worsen it. Lots of trial and error. Thank you for all of you thoughts and concern and love for her.
and i laid there listening to the sounds of piano coming from the living room. As my son practiced for his talent show he entered tonight. Although i cannot be there for him, again. I can be HERE for him and although i couldn't be the mom running fun games at my daughters fall party today at school i could be HERE with her. And i smiled. I felt it all. My heart was full. These sounds trailed through the air as our tea party commenced...i used to listen to this song so much when he was a little boy. Now, he plays it so beautifully for others.And if the snow buries my
My neighborhood
And if my parents are crying
Then I'll dig a tunnel
From my window to yours
Yeah, a tunnel from my window to yours
You climb out of the chimney
And meet me in the middle
The middle of the town
And since there's no one else around
We let our hair grow long and forget all we used to know
Then our skin gets thicker from living out in the snow
You change all the names
Sleeping in my head
As the day grows dim
I hear you sing a golden hymn
Then we tried to name our babies
But we forgot all the names that
The names we used to know
But sometimes we remember our bedrooms
And our parent's bedrooms
And the bedrooms of our friends
Then we think of our parents
Well what ever happened to them?
You change all the names
Sleeping in my head to gold as the day grows dim
I hear you sing a golden hymn
The song I've been trying to sing
Purify the colors, purify my mind
Purify the colors, purify my mind
And spread the ashes of the colors
Over this heart of mine
As my blog implies 'Dandelion discotheque', i approach my world so many days through the sound of music. I awaken nearly every morning with song lyrics in my head. Often pertaining to things that are happening to me or around me. In many ways. Its why sometimes i will simply post a song with italicized lyrics. Music speaks to me and through me. Lyrics sometimes release what i am not able to. They share parts of me, i may not feel like sharing in other ways. Sometimes...i wonder if they do for a reader or two, as well. Thanks for listening and being here.
Also, for those wondering, i have hired a homeopath for my daughter as Drs sort through what could possible be occurring in her. If you've ever moved through our medical system, they you know just how this occurring happens and how long it takes. Thus far the GI pediatric Dr is not concerned of her 3 slightly elevated tests although she is repeating one of them and adding a few new tests. My daughter is responding somewhat well to the homeopathy the homeopath put her on while we figure out if this is post COVID or what exactly. I am finding things that lessen it in her...and things that worsen it. Lots of trial and error. Thank you for all of you thoughts and concern and love for her.
