...and reading emails.
The Venice radio stream on iTunes was playing some Nutcracker Suite music as I enjoyed my reheated-formerly-frozen pancakes and fresh coffee this morning. I am so glad a few days ago I took the time to stand at the stove and make a whole batch of pancakes, then froze more than half of them just for days like today.
Lazy days. When I don't want to clean up after making pancakes.
I've lived long enough I recognize a lot of music just by a few bars of listening. And I mainly listen to classical music, so it's not like remembering a pop song that was playing when I fell in love or anything like that. Of course if I'd fallen in love while listening to Mozart or Beethoven, it would probably be the same reaction. But as it is, I am amazed that I know what I'm listening to, without any study, training, or effort to know. Whow, I have just let classical music seep into my pores and become part of me.
Poetry is also on my mind. I don't write it, but do appreciate it sometimes. So this week I'm purchasing some small books from a friend who does write beautiful poems.
Brigit is to be celebrated this week. I'm facilitating a women's spirituality group with lots of fun Imbolc things to be done. Candles, clouties, poems, stories, healing the world, guided meditation, songs, and maybe Brigid-crosses. Too much to do in our short period of time. But we will enjoy whatever happens.