I hope this isn’t just old age sentimentality…or maybe I do because then I would have a reason for this mood I’m in…part of me feels like I’m back home with myself and the other part of me wishes I could just quit tearing up about songs and the thoughts about friends. 

I spent last night with my new bluetooth speaker which plays awesomely loud.  I was trying to find just the right version and singer for O Holy Night…found lots I like but none that made my heart smile and chills up and down my arms.  I did find 3 of my favorite songs David Reynolds put on his album a gillion years ago and I cried big ole tears remembering sitting on the piano bench in a practice room at Ozark Bible College while he sang and rocked those keys..David..if you are reading this….still a blessing after all of these years.  I’m thinking really tender thoughts about old friends…some of them are drawn closer to me when I hear a song…others there are no particular songs, just that ooey gooey feeling about how much I miss and love them.

Yes…here I am…my second night…sitting on my yoga ball as recommended by Dr. Laurel to start strengthening my core muscles…A little Kenny Rogers got me tearing up like a faucet.  … perhaps it is just the season…

Until next time…..