I love music. I always have. If I’m awake, you’ll rarely find me without music, unless I’m spending some quiet time with God. I suppose this aspect of my life comes down to being a creature of culture rather than being my parents’ child, coz I don’t remember music being a feature of our household. …
In some exciting news (well, it’s exciting for me), I wrote my first song for the first time in a long time; it’s called “Muse/Claire”: You’re my muse; this song’s for you and all you help me do. You lift me when I’m blue … When I see you, the words come crashing out, emotions …
After my ‘poetic’ post a few days ago, I got a few responses from friends (and family) asking if I was in love and who was she, or extolling my romanticism. Actually, the post was inspired by a woman—one of my best female friends; it was in the context of a conversation with her that …
This is how I know that I have time: I’m blogging more, journaling more, and my email inbox is empty (coz I’ve replied to everyone). Which is the state I now find myself in. Glorious. It’s kind of strange to think that I’ve been in California now for coming up to 10 months. It’s gone …
We’re both looking for something we’ve been afraid to find; It’s easier to be broken, it’s easier to hide Looking at you, holding my breath; For once in my life I’m scared to death. I’m taking a chance letting you inside: I’m feeling alive all over again, as deep as a sky under my skin; …