Our family, all 4 of us + who knows who else really

danced to Queen at a wedding this past weekend at the very place where we got married and others have been married and others mourned.

Place matters. Beau Lodge.

So there’s your picture –> no picture -> just symbols. I know right a wedding with no pictures seems wrong but that’s how it is this time. Don’t stop us now

Life is weird that’s your picture

us 4 dancing.

A great moment in Sport/Sisterdom.

If you look from behind but look real close you’ll see all that matters. Behind the speakers the sound is not as good but the view expands. Sometimes finding Space brings you closer.

I listen to people talk. I look and try to smell a lot but I’m always coming back to the Music.

Music, of all the med’yums, the crafts/ religion(s)/expressions/arts the takes or whatever we call ’em Music is still the closest. Music is the closest to Magic or talking to God or Power or Each Other or Selves there is. I believe. I mean I love a good movie or story or bounce-pass to cock-back dunk. I enjoy improv comedy, cooking talk, marching bands and battle rap. I like consuming any platform people are great at what they are doing. I’m a fanboy

but again and again I’ve come to conclude these Musicians are the ones very closest to translating and speaking and sounding on the human experience.

In a matter of beats they take you there in a way words alone cannot. You know it and I love it. Some Music haunts and some inspires. Some makes us burn or laugh or jerk then stop and move it.

So wherever you get some, get some. CD, vinyl, classic iPod black, radio or stream of your choice get some. Get some live if you can just get some.

At the same now moment I can wonder

if it’s all too much,

or not enough.

When we realize We All are connected but We each have our own dream and our own perception of It,  We realize We have the key.  To it all. We always say we are still looking, we’ll never find it, we still haven’t found what we’re looking For. We always say we are not Enough. But there it is, the answer to Life. We are all One but each Ourselves. We all have the Answer–> yet we All struggle in the aisle with what sauce to pick and what show to watch and what hat to wear, and We All struggle with how to deal with that ass-hole or memory. We are All the hole/whole.