Beautiful, Rebecca. I feel like I'm sitting in the living room with you and your Dad (and Butch - time warp style). There is no doubt in my mind that there is tremendous power and healing emanating from music. It goes straight to the soul! And yes, I agree, it's located in the heart.
beautiful as always -- glad we get to share your writing and reflections. This original piece conjured memories of "Diana Artemis," our "snowdog" a Norwegian Elkhound. Winter was her thing - laying in the snow in the backyard on a sunny day...
Oh I love this so much. I laughed out loud at the same part ("Barbara, is that your father?") and caught my breath at the line about the shoes at the end. So poignant. So beautiful. Happy Thanksgiving, Rebecca!
What is there not to like ? I feel like I just spent the evening with you….and thank you… it was delightful!
Aaawww! Elizabeth, thank you. Have a great night!
Love can be fickle, but what a gift it is! I am thankful for love.
Me too! And laughing--something you are very good at. Happy Thanksgiving, Holiday.
Beautiful, Rebecca. I feel like I'm sitting in the living room with you and your Dad (and Butch - time warp style). There is no doubt in my mind that there is tremendous power and healing emanating from music. It goes straight to the soul! And yes, I agree, it's located in the heart.
Congrats on your one-year here on Substack. And I'm glad you republished this precious gem.
beautiful as always -- glad we get to share your writing and reflections. This original piece conjured memories of "Diana Artemis," our "snowdog" a Norwegian Elkhound. Winter was her thing - laying in the snow in the backyard on a sunny day...
Oh I love this so much. I laughed out loud at the same part ("Barbara, is that your father?") and caught my breath at the line about the shoes at the end. So poignant. So beautiful. Happy Thanksgiving, Rebecca!