Sometimes you have peace and a gentle schedule, moving slowly within the rhythm of your life and getting lots of sleep. And sometimes it’s a music festival weekend in your sleepy little town and you go to four days in a row of live music and host a songwriters’ circle and fill your soul so fully with the experience that you fall into your bed semi-comatose with a big, dopey grin on your face once all has come to a close.
What a beautiful thing
What a beautiful thing
What a beautiful thing
Sometimes you have peace and a gentle schedule, moving slowly within the rhythm of your life and getting lots of sleep. And sometimes it’s a music festival weekend in your sleepy little town and you go to four days in a row of live music and host a songwriters’ circle and fill your soul so fully with the experience that you fall into your bed semi-comatose with a big, dopey grin on your face once all has come to a close.