Pausing until the sun rises again. It will. That's for sure.

 Pausing.  Not sure what to do next, if anything.  Sending love to blog friends near and far.

Mujer de corazon y mente

A few days ago, a friend texted me a photo of Joni Mitchell while I was taking a long walk with another friend.  My startled first thought was that Joni Mitchell had died.  I looked up and took this photo:

Thank goodness my first thought was wrong.  It turns out that my friend had been watching a documentary about Joni Mitchell, thought of me, and took a photograph from a paused DVD image.  Last night I went to sleep at around 6:30 and woke up at around 1:30, instead of my usual 3 a.m. waking time. Although I used to need up to 10 hours of sleep every night, my sleep pattern has shifted to 7 hours at night, more or less, with a 1- to 2-hour nap during the day.  I wake rested both times.  I fall asleep easily both times.  I dream both at night and during naps.  My bedtime varies.  It all works out.

Wide awake so early this morning, I decided to work on my daily Spanish lessons on Duolingo.  When I finished them, I went to YouTube to see what had come up for viewing and was rewarded with this cover version of "Come In From The Cold."

Then what caught my attention was that the documentary my friend had watched was in the sidebar, with Spanish subtitles!  Double synchronicity!

" ... Oh y todo que siempre quisimos solo era entrar desde el frio ..."

Just as I love when women perform their interpretations of songs written by Bob Dylan, I love when men interpret Joni Mitchell's songs from their perspective.

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Joni Mitchell and Bob Dylan.  How grateful I am to have had their music enriching my life since I was a teenager, reminding me over and over again that there are no easy answers and to live fully in that context. 

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... I am a lonely painter.  I live in a box of paints ...  (Joni Mitchell lyrics from "A Case of You")

Sending love to blog friends near and far.

Sending love to runners and their families and friends in Boston and all around the world

“For me, running is both exercise and a metaphor. Running day after day, piling up the races, bit by bit I raise the bar, and by clearing each level I elevate myself. At least that’s why I’ve put in the effort day after day: to raise my own level. I’m no great runner, by any means. I’m at an ordinary – or perhaps more like mediocre – level. But that’s not the point. The point is whether or not I improved over yesterday. In long-distance running the only opponent you have to beat is yourself, the way you used to be.” 

― Haruki Murakami, What I Talk About When I Talk About Running