It's Like Music

Sunday, August 31, 2025

Good morning, The Wonderfell Way.

Glad you're here. O/

The Sun starts the show.

Hope all's well.

Let's go.

On with our show...

Slow intentional words this morning to start.

It's like music, the way of the world.

There's always a song playing in the air, as part of the air.

We take it in, we move ourselves to its rhythm.

We become instruments to add accompaniment, or at times, take the melody and lead the band.

A road trip with subwoofers shaking hip-hop is a different experience in the same car with the same people if a quiet Mozart symphony is playing.

Your day is that car ride.

What music surrounds your world?

Maybe you have a group of friends who squawk and cheer an upbeat horn section of support.

Maybe a co-worker drones a dirge on an old pipe organ.

Maybe a best friend plays rhythm guitar in any key, major or minor, of your choice.

Surround yourself with music that supports the best dream you have of yourself.

Everyday sounds its own silent melody; sunrise starts the band.

A slow dreamy ballad lights today's sky.

Even Abe stays lounging on the loveseat when on other days he'd be outside with a squeak toy dashing circles in the yard.

A day's song conducive to my type of work.

Reading, writing, daydreaming, just hanging out with longtime friends doing nothing at all on purpose.

I hope laughter and a peace of mind find you today.

Thank you for reading.

Take care and make wonderful this wonderful day.