Infinite mystery

Yesterday afternoon I had coffee with Andy, we normally have empowering conversations, we fast forward a couple years and try to meditate on what would truly matter at that time. We also always talk about currant things that will make us feel stellar, and forget our judgmental minds. And we always talk about the most important subjects in a very down to earth way…. Yesterday she showed me this video and all I could say is Happy Friday friends & Family and never forget to BE SEXY!!!! Have an amazing day♥ You Just have to LOVE his outfit!!!!♥  

So todays “The story behind Google” centers on Claude Debussy amazing “Moonlight” . This morning I spet an amazing time with my lovely friend!! We talked about fun things we want to do together! And they all sound splendid ♥ but you might be thinking what does this have to do with Claude? Well on my way to lin’s house the moon was sooooo bright, now keep in mind its 5:30 am, it had a snow shadow all around it!!! sooo beautiful my camera cant capture the beauty of the moon this morning, so I didn’t even want to try.   But now I’m thinking about something me and lin discussed over coffee , the notion of one day living in a small town. And let’s be realistic I am not talking about Bluebell I am talking about the real deal. What if the only thing you had to do over the weekend was hang-out with friends at the lake? Would that be ok? Or hey lets pick a new place to hang-out, oh I know a restaurants parking lot!! Will I be ok with this? How about the fact that the sheriff department only

“With so many trees in the city, you could see the spring coming each day until a night of warm wind would bring it suddenly in one morning. Sometimes the heavy cold rains would beat it back so that it would seem that it would never come and that you were losing a season out of your life. This was the only truly sad time in Paris because it was unnatural. You expected to be sad in the fall. Part of you died each year when the leaves fell from the trees and their branches were bare against the wind and the cold, wintry light. But you knew there would always be the spring, as you knew the river would flow again after it was frozen. When the cold rains kept on and killed the spring, it was as though a young person had died for no reason. In those days, though, the spring always came finally but it was frightening had nearly failed”-Ernest Hemingway   Getting old is an inalterable process, we skinned our knees, we filled our hearts with doubt, inflicted our ego with standards that