Distracted by thoughts of this new project…. Centering, or trying.  Being as mindful as I can, collective, here at this table.

Oliver the dog over there by the sliding glass door looking out at the pool.  Me training self to be singular in writing Road but not.  Be random and unplanned, wild… more BEAT than anything.

More poetry and music than any template paragraph stack.  Wrote a song yesterday, first in I can’t remember how long.  Took me about ten minutes.  Going to try another today, or maybe now, quickly before the Nurse gets back.  Actually…. Yes. 

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14:36.  DONE…. One song and a poem.  Listening to chill electronica, more ambient than trip-hop or light house-y.  Anyway, I’m relaxed, and learning to write music all over again.  My blogger friend often stresses in his content that it’s never too late to do something, try something new or return to an old project or effort.

So, now, me… here I am. Writing music.