if I wake before
lingering in bed in the wee hours of the morning,
the moment caught between sleep and rise,
words spill into my head..
jostle to be heard
and set free,
urge to be written down…
tumble down stairs
to witness those phrases
before they can elude
I play music..
solo late into the night
tendrils wrap around the sweet notes that float from my
this is a link to one of the pieces our orchestra will be playing this weekend
(fortunately I play basso continuo and not those tricky bits)
it’s such an emotive piece… I can’t wait…
I wish you could all be there
I have entered a contest
The Writer’s Desk ~ A Contest Giveaway!!!
The lovely nrhatch of Spirit Lights the Way
is giving away a copy of “The Writer’s Desk” and the poetic musings above is my response.
I am so looking forward to reading how others find their inspiration to write!
both of my brilliant cellist friends, Lynn and Mona are
as accomplished and savvy in the kitchen as they are in the concert hall
Lynn brought these cookies to snack on Monday
and they are aptly named…
There was something about Lynn’s cookies, they’re the kind of cookie that will have you puzzling to pinpoint that one extra ingredient. Unusually, that ingredient turned out to be cinnamon in this case. But I could swear it didn’t present itself as cinnamon, at first bite it seemed to disguise itself as coconut… but you’ll have to see for yourself..