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i'm back home and exhausted from yesterday's traveling...lulu is so full of energy and getting to be quite a handful...she sits up by herself and smiles like crazy...it felt soooooooooo good to see phil at the airport while waiting for the baggage to roll past on the conveyor belt...it felt soooooooooo good to be back home in brooklyn...to walk through my front door...i slept till almost 11:00am this morning...i still feel tired but i've been taking care of business that was put on the back burner while i was up north...omg it was soooooooo cold i hardly went out...my sisters car was on the fritz so we hibernated indoors...my mom and sis cooked some great dishes...i watched as much as i could so i could bring some home cooking ideas back with me...i feel a little frayed because alot is coming at me regarding performances and workshops etc...i look forward to what today brings and what manifests tomorrow...it felt so good to see my guitar perched on its stand in the corner...it felt soo good to pick it up and strum some notes for lulu this afternoon...home is definitely where the heart is and mine is perched in brooklyn ny...right smack dab in the middle of it's soul!!!photo: guitarPoem for the day:
STRANGER ARE THE DAYS
(song lyrics)
Stranger are the days that don’t reflect my sentiments
Stranger are the days that don’t reflect my passion
Stranger are the days that don’t reflect my dreams
We can wake with a new sense of purpose
Cling to your soul your chance to be free
Awaken your light by kissing the night
Awaken your light by kissing the night
With tranquility
Stranger are the days that don’t reflect my sentiments
Stranger are the days that don’t reflect my passion
Stranger are the days that don’t reflect my dreams
We can wake with a new sense of purpose
Cling to your soul your chance to be free
Revel in certainty
Leaving captivity behind
I’m giving birth
I’m giving birth
To the universe
I’m giving birth
I’m giving birth
To the universe
Tonight
From "Stranger are the Days" song lyrics - "Live @ The Whitney Museum"
Stranger are the days that don’t reflect my passion
Stranger are the days that don’t reflect my dreams
We can wake with a new sense of purpose
Cling to your soul your chance to be free
Awaken your light by kissing the night
Awaken your light by kissing the night
With tranquility
Stranger are the days that don’t reflect my sentiments
Stranger are the days that don’t reflect my passion
Stranger are the days that don’t reflect my dreams
We can wake with a new sense of purpose
Cling to your soul your chance to be free
Revel in certainty
Leaving captivity behind
I’m giving birth
I’m giving birth
To the universe
I’m giving birth
I’m giving birth
To the universe
Tonight
From "Stranger are the Days" song lyrics - "Live @ The Whitney Museum"
peace and blessings in your day
karen
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