A Muse in Harmony

The music we make, creates. Medicine music for the Soul.


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Noticing the clearance flower bin at the grocery was freshly stocked, he said, “Want some flowers, lovey?” Her heart beamed with joy, because it was usually her dropping hints, but this time, he beat her to the draw. ๐Ÿ˜˜ #watereachother #loveispatient #loveiskind #growingtogether #lovelanguage #romance #roses๐ŸŒน https://ift.tt/2MMPrwL
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Noticing the clearance flower bin at the grocery was freshly stocked, he said, “Want some flowers, lovey?” Her heart beamed with joy, because it was usually her dropping hints, but this time, he beat her to the draw. ๐Ÿ˜˜ #watereachother #loveispatient #loveiskind #growingtogether #lovelanguage #romance #roses๐ŸŒน https://ift.tt/2MMPrwL


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Noticing the clearance flower bin at the grocery was freshly stocked, he said, “Want some flowers, lovey?” Her heart beamed with joy, because it was usually her dropping hints, but this time, he beat her to the draw. ๐Ÿ˜˜ #watereachother #loveispatient #loveiskind #growingtogether #lovelanguage #romance #roses๐ŸŒน https://ift.tt/2MMPrwL


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Noticing the clearance flower bin at the grocery was freshly stocked, he said, “Want some flowers, lovey?” Her heart beamed with joy, because it was usually her dropping hints, but this time, he beat her to the draw. ๐Ÿ˜˜ #watereachother #loveispatient #loveiskind #growingtogether #lovelanguage #romance #roses๐ŸŒน https://ift.tt/2MMPrwL


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Noticing the clearance flower bin at the grocery was freshly stocked, he said, “Want some flowers, lovey?” Her heart beamed with joy, because it was usually her dropping hints, but this time, he beat her to the draw. ๐Ÿ˜˜ #watereachother #loveispatient #loveiskind #growingtogether #lovelanguage #romance #roses๐ŸŒน https://ift.tt/2MMPrwL


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Perhaps it’s the new Soul my portal is bringing, but I’ve been extra nostalgic lately. ๐Ÿ’›
This is my Mom and Great Grandmother (my special Mamo’s Mom) with me at 13 (the braces year). I have such fond memories of my childhood with her. My very first public singing performance at 9 was here in the home where she lived her last days. Many of my performances growing up were at nursing homes in my region of East Texas.
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A lot of kids I knew were scared of these places. But I saw life. I saw authenticity. I saw people who had lived long, incredible lives all their own. Kind hearts, who embraced me with love, and encouraged me.
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Back to Duskie…98 fascinating years, born in 1902. Can you just imagine, a century of life? I remember when she lived at home, and I would stay with her. Things she did, ways she lived, have become so much more clear over the years, a decade into motherhood myself. The great depression, and its influence on her homesteading. And she never drove a car. Random tidbit, but it’s all such a curious peek into her world. ๐Ÿ’›
Shelling peas, stinkin’ (garlic) bologna sandwiches with mustard on white bread (her fave), the smell of the fried pies and other desserts she kept on the counter, her aprons, her yard with fruit trees and vegetables and backyard shed, the dogwoods blooming in her front yard, crawling under the blocked up quilt she, my Mamo and Mom would sit round and stitch on…all little glimpses of the blissful river of emotion of memories with her.
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#ancestors #lineage #family #generations #nostalgia #oldphoto #1990s #memories https://ift.tt/2MuZs1o


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This day last year…when I packed the kids and I up, spur of the moment, and made it to the outer coast of the Olympic Peninsula just in time for sunset. ๐Ÿ™Œ
‘Stuff’ fades, but the imprints days like this leave on your Soul last forever.
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#roadtrips #lapush #seizetheday #olympicpeninsula #liveyourlife #pnwonderland #unschooling https://ift.tt/2O6AdnE