A dream for another life

Thought I would share a few of my recent photos from a small lake near my home. One of my dreams is own a home on that lake, but not in my budget right now. Maybe it's even a dream for another life, but it's a good dream.

A little night music

Another one of my music nights. Just listening to unfamiliar music on my computer. Unfamiliar because I haven't played the songs in months. I have thousands of songs on my hard drive, so naturally some aren't played much.

Mostly sweet, melancholy music. Violins and acoustic guitars. Quiet songs to fill up the empty places in my soul. Fill them up so nothing else can reside there.

Dan Fogelberg, Indigo Girls, Alexi Murdoch, Ed Sheeran, Rob Thomas... Talented singers with great gifts.

Do you have music nights? Or do you like your nights so still that the stars finally speak to fill the silence? Do you walk the fields at night and gaze up at the sky where the moon hangs like a ripe peach? Or do you gratefully close your eyes and fall into sleep until the sun dawns?

Whatever helps you to be filled with peace, that's what you should do. That's what I'm trying to do as I listen to a little night music.

Starfish

Whenever I get discouraged by the many, many, many problems in the world, I think of this story:

A little boy was on the beach after a terrible storm. Thousands of starfish had been washed up on the sandy beach. The little boy started picking starfish up one by one and throwing them back into the water.

A man watching the little boy's efforts thought, "There are so many starfish and only one little boy. He will never help them all." The man walked over to the boy and said, "Don't you know you will never make a difference? There are too many starfish washed up on the beach."

The little boy looked at the old man for a long moment. Then he picked up another starfish, threw it into the water, and said, "I made a difference to that one."