Real music doesn't go out of style in three months.

How true that is! When you can listen to the same music years later and future generations love and appreciate it, that's when you know the music is real. It leaves a mark on your soul. Music touches your heart and soul and sends shivers down your spine. It accompanies us as a friend wherever we go, gives power and strength to a person and comforts us when we feel down. Music is a way of life for me; it's a spiritual tool. It fills my soul . . . it calms me. Thank goodness for beautiful music!
 
 

Dreamy songs

Random thought

How hard is it for people to say "please" and "thank you"? The first thing I notice about a person is their manners. It's all about respect, care and consideration for others. When you have good manners, it communicates who you are. It's an important quality. I always appreciate a person with heart, grace and kindness!

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Unexpected hugs are the best. It sure made me smile today. Do me a favor and give someone a surprise hug. It will make their day. It's one of the best feelings in the world. ♥

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For all you Hopeless Romantics out there. 

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I want to sing like the birds sing, not worrying about who hears or what they think. - Rumi

Two greats!

I love this medley so much! I can watch this video clip all day.

Dean: If my lips should meet with Frank Sinatra

HaHaHa! So funny! You gotta love Dino! 

New Year

I didn't get my New Year's kiss this time around. It's been two years in a row. Sad huh? Well...It's not that big of a deal. I'm sure I'll have plenty of beautiful kisses in the future. I look forward to making his heart dance. Only time will tell.

Time Does Not Bring Relief

Time does not bring relief; you all have lied   

Who told me time would ease me of my pain!   

I miss him in the weeping of the rain;   

I want him at the shrinking of the tide;

The old snows melt from every mountain-side,   

And last year’s leaves are smoke in every lane;   

But last year’s bitter loving must remain

Heaped on my heart, and my old thoughts abide.   

There are a hundred places where I fear   

To go,—so with his memory they brim.   

And entering with relief some quiet place   

Where never fell his foot or shone his face   

I say, “There is no memory of him here!”   

And so stand stricken, so remembering him.

-  Edna St. Vincent Millay

The Kiss

I hoped that he would love me,

And he has kissed me on my mouth,

But I am like a stricken bird

That cannot reach the south.

For though I know he loves me,

Tonight my heart is sad;

His kiss was not so wonderful

As all the dreams I had.

                                        -  Sara Teasdale