Just got back from the concert and can I just share that I did not...
repeat...
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.
Ahem.
repeat...
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.
Ahem.
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