Monday, July 23, 2012


Just got back from the concert and can I just share that I did not...
DID NOT cry when I met AP?  I am so stinking proud of myself.

And after an evening of incredible music and coffee and conversation I am just plain old inspired.

I am anxious to sit down with my journal and pen and write.  Poetry, prose, whatever.  But just to create and enjoy and be.

I love how creativity inspires creativity.  Art inspires art.

I just wish I could sing like that.  Sigh.  Maybe in Heaven I will have that gift. Until then, I'll just pretend in the shower.


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