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Jane Austen wrote, “There is nothing like staying at home for real comfort.” Some people write so eloquently about home, the sense of home, or home as something missed or longed for. I’m not going to put thoughts in your mind because to me home is a feeling. Home means varying things to me — […]

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Pleasure is good

The sun leaned on me like a dog against its master’s leg. I’d been practicing for over an hour yet it seemed like only minutes. Like a kid who’s being called home for dinner, I knew I had to leave the piano. But I could have played on until the sun slunk away. And so, […]

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Where words fail, music speaks

“Where words fail, music speaks.” — Hans Christian Anderson I love my time with the piano. “The piano keys are black and white but they sound like a million colors in your mind” — Maria Cristina Mena Most of you are aware that I’ve been learning to play piano in my golden years. It’s number one […]

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Where words fail, music speaks

“Where words fail, music speaks.” –Hans Christian Anderson “I play piano every day.” –Sarah McLaughlin … and I do too Sarah. “The piano keys are black and white, but they sound like a million colours in your mind.” –Maria Cristina Mena EDITED TO ADD: I realize that some people reading my blog may not realize […]

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Currently, the Daffodils

The piano lessons have resumed but they sure aren’t easy. Nevertheless, I really do love the piano and sit with it each and every day. I hope one day to make her sound as beautiful as she deserves. She’s been incredibly patient with me through these lessons. Symbolism of the daffodil / narcissus: “Symbolizing rebirth […]

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Currently . . .

digging (as in liking): learning how to knit as part of my therapy to work on fine motor skills listening: invigorated by Il Volo (Granada, Un Amore Cosi Grande) reading:  since I still can’t concentrate enough nor comprehend when reading a novel, for now I’m content to read poetry from Ocean by Sue Goyette feeling: easily fatigued, but alive! weather: unusually dry […]

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