There's a list of topics/ideas that I would like to write about one day dangling from the wall behind me but this easy Wednesday morning lends itself to some light fare. For now, just a slight update.
The more I live in this new home, the more I am loving it. Our little house on Swift blvd sits in the most beautiful neighborhood I have ever seen in Houston. So beautiful in fact that it inspires me to wake early on weekends and just stroll down the street and meet the other smiling faces that are doing so as well. So beautiful that I have definitely begun to believe that so much of our life is wasted on seeing the moon as opposed to the sun. I mean, its not like I live off the edge of a vast mountain range or at the brook of a river. But in it's own way, my street just delivers such a beautiful warmth. We have huge trees, soaked on brown and green that provide a tunnel for our street. When the weather is humid (which is often) and sun comes out in the morning, you can see very apparent beams of sunlight shooting in every direction, fighting their ways through the crack and crevasses of perfectly placed leaves and branches. When I'm practicing, I often look out the window to stare at the old couple who make it a point to walk everyday at the same time. And when I see these people on the street, I get warm smiles and compliments..."thank you for the free concert!". I make it a point to walk at least once on a weekend morning and to benefit the blessing of such a warm neighborhood. It really is therapeutic.
