Sometimes you hear something so wonderful that you are afraid to tell anyone about it because you are scared if you do so that the beauty of it will escape elusively through your grasping hands and that the magic will be lost forever. That happened to me tonight and I am only going to risk saying a few more words before I sign off. I heard this evening the pleasing playing of the harp, occasionally joined by the rhythmic joy of tap dancing and the passionate strumming of a guitar. The music took me places, to my past, through sadness and happiness, around the mysteries of growing things and to teasing glimpses of futures dreamed. I left smiling and happy, hoping that others find the same fount of life and have the chance to drink deeply and discover within themselves the peace that was always there, waiting for them.
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dierdre:
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