Mornings: Glory and Dawning of...

Good morning to the morning!

Here, it arrives fresh as dew and fresh as the breeze.
The poets rejoice that it is new each day and gives us magnificient
memories of yester - year. I am sure they are not wrong.

Today, I drank old coffee (well, the batch) and new coffee. (new brand)
I am not used to the new brand yet, but I am sure I'll like it in time.
Some things just grow on you.

The cat was strategizing how to get onto my lap and now has finally succeeded.
Sigh...I believe he thinks the computer is a television. That's when he sits on laps, when humans are viewing tv, and are actually seated.

I am listening to Laura Pausini again. I listened to her over the weekend and also to some piano solos. I viewed a program about Venezuela's educational system's outreach into the community with music and artists. I believe it is a magnificient idea.

Laura Pausini is in a CD I bought in the 90s. She was chosen to sing a song for a movie that had come out, based on Nicholas Sparks' novel, Message in a Bottle. She has a lovely voice, and as my friend would acknowledge, that one can feel that she is singing from deep within. I used to listen to her music in the 90s. Then, today I realized how much I missed listening to her and people from the past.

Today, she seems brand new again. Like I'm listening to her again for the first time.
Some singers are like this. I was listening to a a duet with Laura and James Blunt.
He seemed very new also. There was something magical about that piece. I sent it to a new friend. She put it on a page of fans of Laura's on media sites. I came across it by chance when I wasn't looking. I gather there are countless fans of hers across the world, people who don't know her personally, people who don't know each other, save for the fact that we all like her music.

She transcends boundaries. I like people like that. I gravitate toward music, art, and culture like that. I can't worry about them saying, "you don't fit in here...," or question you for what you like or who you like. I like singers like her and James, because they adore the multi-lingual features of life. I think you can learn a lot from them singing in other languages, even if you don't know the languages.

If I drove, I would listen to her in the car also. I am sure. I haven't bought new CDs for a while since the 90s. I have been forced to do other errands and forced to spend money on other things based on necessity. So many hackers exist, and you don't feel like buying things on the internet anymore. It's sad that people can't invest in art anymore or the like, because you have to be wary about hackers.

Singers sing stories, ballads, life themes, ups and downs in life and in the world. They handle politics and culture. Singers know the world, connect with the world, and they really know people empathethically. If they don't do these things before singing, they will automatically have to, because of travel, outreach and all the other things they have to invest in to reach the public.

I still remember record stores from the past. They are a few around, and all people come and go. I once bought a second - hand CD from a Norwegian artist. It was breath-taking listening to her trying to capture the nuances of her particular homeland, all the interactions people have seen over the years, the language influx, the legends and lores, and even the way poetry fuses everyone into unison. I gave the CD to someone of Norwegian background, well at least he said he was at the time.
Artists must have a muse, otherwise, how can so much go on like this without inspiration from the divine?

I tried to post an article on a topic that didn't exist on the internet. Using the mechanism was challenging. I tried to work with what was given to me. I believe they implemented changes into the setup, because there was a brief blurb up on the top that specified the changes. Since I hadn't actually used the original set-up, I am not entirely sure about how I feel about the new and latest model. Once in the 90s, I edited an entry, because they give you the space to do so. Then someone edited me, and I felt that the entry came out perfectly, then. I am waiting for someone to edit this entry, so it won't vanish into the blogosphere...sigh...

I want to write more today, as it has been sitting on my heart. This use of the pen is a luxury, and I am feeling guilty about it at any rate. I feel a pull toward the writing, and then the quiet twinge of sadness as ideas have to be born and depart from the original source, "you." It is a quiet feeling of desolation. Like birthing something or flowering, only to know that once it is out there, it won't ever be new or original like before. Until someone finds it for the first time, again!

Then a new on-going cycle!

Sigh...

Bye dear, sweet thoughts as I send you into the everywhere...take care, because
I will still think upon you every once in a great while.

(Now on to listen to "La Pausini." What a grand musician!!!!!!!!!!!!)