A Bed of Songs & Stories

"It's Time" - Imagine Dragons   God grant me the serenity...  that is if I believed that there is only one being up there beyond the clouds that really does have such power.  And if so, who is it?  Who gets it?  Because at dire times it's hard for me to see it.  Is it wrong for me to question what to believe especially when I look around me and wonder why things are the way they have to be?  An illness that comes out of nowhere reminds me of just how mortal we all are.  An addiction that spans longer than a day shows me that even a want for something can be confused with a need.  And stress in it of itself proves to me that an illness and addiction can come from a single source. It's been an up and down Sunday to say the least.  I'm bashing down on these keys as a band I recently discovered (Imagine Dragons) and an album that I'm in love with (Continued Silence EP), blasts through my ears as loud as I want to scream!  Though their melody is soot

"Turn Me On" - Norah Jones A promise made.  A promise kept.  The walls may be a different shade.  The set up may be a wider space.   The temp may feel slightly colder. The light may seem a bit dimmer. But it feels so good to be home.  Hello to the writer's space that made me whole again.  Forgive me for feeling out of place.  You feel familiar, but there's been time between us so we've still got a lot of catching up to do. By the way, this chair isn't part of my comfort zone just so you know.  However, it's brought me closer to you so don't dismiss it just yet.  I don't need another reason for my hands to shy away from your keys though I don't recall them feeling so bouncy beneath my fingertips.  It's hard to say when my writer's world has felt so flat since the day I shut you off.  Here I am.  Wrapped up in a blue and purple snuggie with a brand new heater against me.  My feet are thawing out inside my beige booties, but m

"Ho Hey" - The Lumineers I'm not one for rules.  Hell, I even break the ones I create for myself.  Take this blog for example.  I promised to write in it every, single day.  Well, that was easy enough when I was an insomniac in my own space with my own light and my own bed.  It was a no-brainer when my brain was filled with so many things I wanted to say.  It didn't come as a challenge when the only challenge was controlling my thoughts enough to jot it all down.  Then I promised at least once a week, but it's hard when that week is consumed with adjusting to change.  New city, new route, new job, new people, new home...even though this excuse is now getting old.  Regardless, I needed time and lots of it.  So I figured, "Fine so just be lazy and do it once a month."  You'd think I'll have plenty to write by then with so many experiences bursting at the seams, but then I unplugged my computer and temporarily moved it into the kitchen.  It'