Imbolc*. . . and the shadows I am fighting. . .

I have been wallowing in dark places, and leaning towards other things. I have gathered ammunition, and shot it at only those I love the most.

I have had the worst year a person could imagine, with brightness in spots like you would not even believe. I have dithered with insomnia,

Do you fall in love. . .

With songs?  Like so deeply, deliciously in love, that you don’t even know how you lived before you heard that song.  I’ve been having a new affair with music after having had pushed it to the side for far too long.  Adele, Frank Turner, and Mumford and Sons are on heavy rotation in the mini van.  So much so, that Kai and Keegan both belt out the “aye, ayes,” at the beginning of Adele’s My Same.

And the moon rose over an open field.

On the Eurostar. 

Rockstar

I believe in live music.  I believe that it should be loud, and on key, and should make you want to stand up in your seat to dance, or sing along, or whatever bothers the square who refuses to stand up behind you.