Watching

Acrylic on canvas board

St. Pat's Street Photography & Sound

You will want to just listen to the video instead of watching it.

I teach Irish Step Dance and in consequence I bleed rhythm. 

I apparently could not help bobbing and tapping in time to the beat of

the bodhran players from the great Irish band, "The Black Rogue".

Small world moment is when I realized that one of the drummers has two daughters

that take Irish Step lessons at the same school where I teach.

Moving through Music 1

Dancing to "How We Love" by Ingrid Michaelson.

I love pain, let me explain. I am someone who enjoys working out and

doing conditioning almost as much as I enjoy playing whatever sport I'm working on or dancing.

Pain means that I'm growing and that I will be stronger the next day. I don't fear it.

It's the same way with my heart. Although I don't seek pain, I am grateful

that I can be hurt and feel it because that means my heart is getting bigger and

that I can love that much more.  I'd rather care, get hurt, miss someone when they die
 and I don't mind experiencing heartache

 ... life would be colorless without love. 

I need the yellows AND the blues to make my lovely green.

I'm stealing this quote from my sister's blog,

 “The only way to get through life is to laugh your way through it. 

You either have to laugh or cry. I prefer to laugh. Crying gives me a headache.” - Marjorie Pay Hinckley

What's in a name or a cover?

Come Up

I though I saw

the sky rain up,

a drip, a drizzle, and a drop

till melted pigments

peonies formed

upon the stems

of dreams that morn.