Listening to the Eagles, feeling the sun pouring through the windows along the courtyard, and thinking about a lot of things at the same time. Listening to the Eagles is a ready way to bring back a hundred worlds of memories and moments. It's funny but I cannot always remember the exact thing, but I remember feelings mostly. And love to sing along with them.
Looking back. The years of being a teenager then a young adult. Then a wife and mother, then a single mother. Then a wife again and a new addition by way of another baby boy. Then a single mother. Then a wife again. Then a widow. Then a wife again. Amazing, I think.
All of these lives in just me. Today I am married to my friend from my youth, my John. He is still my friend. We talk and laugh and figure out things and love our children together and love one another. We are peaceful.
We attended the little church in Cerrillos again today. The Church of St. Joseph. The Feast of the Holy Family today. The choir stands up in the rear balcony and sings some songs in English and some in Spanish. Some guy with nice grey pony tail plays the twelve string guitar. John and I both think the hymns in Spanish are prettier. But today there were some of the traditional Christmas carols that were fun to sing. They are all in a high key so it is a little hard for me to sing along because I have a low voice. I try to sing the octave lower but those are often too low. So I just go back and forth, sometimes taking the harmony part when I can figure it out.
Seems like life is pretty much like that, now that I think of it. You don't quite have the range for the melody, and the harmony part is a little tricky. So you sing high, sing low, sing out of tune, get back on key and add your voice to the chorus. It might be that this is really just okay.
Come on, Ba-a-by, Don't say May-ay-be. I Gotta Know that your Sweet Love is Gonna Save me. Take it Easy...Ooooooooooooooo
That's me with the cool harmony part...
