It is heart-swelling, soul-stirringly beautiful here this morning.
And I slept last night. I took two Benadryl which was my indication to the universe that I was fucking serious and let's get this sleep shit going. None of this waking up and fretting all night. Uh-huh. No thanks. And the Benadryl and the universe said, "Well all right then. We hear you." And I slept and even my dreams were sweeter, more positive, and that is a blessing and I woke up in a mood to receive the goodness which was presented to me.
And so it is.
I was going to go to bed at nine last night but sat down to watch the last few minutes of Antiques Roadshow (we rip it up around here) and then, what should come on but that documentary I've been wanting to watch ever since I heard of it, Muscle Shoals.
Well, that was it for me. I sat entranced for almost two hours, watching in complete astonishment. How could I not have known all of this history? How could I not have known that there was one man and his band of country-as-hell white boy musicians behind everything from Mustang Sally to Brown Sugar?
I think I may have posted this before but I'm doing it again
And I'd like to watch the entire documentary again because there were plenty of places where I just looked at Mr. Moon and said, "WHAT did he say?"
A story. A beautiful, crazy, powerful story and a huge part of the history, not only of the music of our country, but of the way the music brought people together to sweeten and make visible and audible the possibility of Civil Rights done the right way, the joyful way, the coming-together of all sorts of different people to create magic and art with no eye to what color a person's skin tone might be.
Or how long his hair might be either, for that matter.
So going to bed with that on my mind didn't hurt a thing.
I've got plenty to do today including listening to the last CD of Game of Thrones which I have been hoarding for days now. I have to take a walk, go to town, run errands, try to do a little cleaning, enjoy this day for it looks to be a splendid one.
Here are those tiny pink perfect fragrant roses. When I went to let the chickens out, you can be sure I stopped to smell them. I would wish a moment for you like that today as well.