Listening….

The morning showed clouds of gray with a hint of light rain. By afternoon the clouds had faded away only to reveal a bright blue sheet covering the sky. As I looked out my window I could hear the birds singing, the chickens chirping, and the wind blowing on the colorful tree branches. It was to be another day in the beautiful pacific northwest. In the afternoon my nephew got out his Bass, my dad is Banjo, and I my acoustic guitar. Multiple rhythms overtook the peaceful atmosphere and a live concert filled the valley. Next joined the mandolin, the violin and then the Native American spirit flutes. The valley was filled with sounds of every kind. Drums, metal flute, electric guitar… the house became a concert hall and all 12 acres were lit up with symphonic sounds. The wind played the chimes that covered the porch and glass bottles whistled with joy as the wind crossed their paths.

I closed my eyes and listened.
             I listened to the most simple sounds in the universe.

                                           Love. Passion. Joy. Laughter. Freedom. and Life.