A day in the sun.

Ahhh yess. Another spank-tastically fun morning at work today learning systems. But by god, we *ARE* learning something. I'm finding that my experience and contact with the medical field is making things come simpler to my mind, as there's plenty of background information for me to draw on to make sense of it all.

*hmms* Thoughts for the day... Well.. *chuckles* Guitar music.. Yeah.. It sometimes strikes me how nice a simple guitar can be, all by itself. There's this tapestry of sound without words, without anything but the guitar itself. Its like a blank canvas, or perhaps a paint-by-color sense to the music. The structure is there, but you can paint the image however you like. I feel this is part of the appeal of music like classical and such. And for me, to a degree, music in languages I don't understand. You take the soul and heart of emotion out of the song, and then make the song your own by the images it brings to mind.

For instance.. Today I'm listening to 'Fingerdance' by Billy McCullugh , sent to me this morning by that Z person.. Yeah yeah, I'm sure yer all sick o'hearin' about her by now. But.. Tough.. *ZARHAH* sent it to me. :) Kind of a morning tradition it seems, or just a tradition in general. Kind of like that first morning hello sent before she zaps off to work for the day. But I digress. The point is, its a light and upbeat little guitar tune, and it makes me think of days spent in the spring warmth, iced tea set out in a large glass container, slices of lemon and teabags floating in the deep golden brown of tea, as condensation beads on the outside. Arranged invitingly alongside is a plate of small cakes and vegetables with ranch dip. (Yay ranch dip!)

Nearby is a garden, and diligently working in it can be found her and I, hands in the dirt, face in the sun, and perfectly content rooting out weeds and rocks from amongst the garden to be. Swirling through the air can be heard the buzz of the seasons first bees, seeking the seasons flowers, to later be used in making all sorts of delicious sweets. Scratching around us are the chickens, and ducks happily go about hunting slugs whilst a goat looks at us passively from its stall where it chews its cud.
And the day seems simply perfect.

I really am a simple creature, with simple desires, though I also dearly love to dance along the edge of the complex and strange. Its always here I feel most at home. A simple day, with simple pleasures, followed by quiet evenings 'neath starry skies. Such should be the heartbeat of every life, don't you think?