„Be Good”

How wonderful the simple things are!

Today was one of those simple days. A bit grey, a bit cold, but still so very wonderful. I have been working daily, way too many hours for the past two months. Today, I stopped. I actually did take my day off, my only day off. I enjoyed my new toy. (New) oldies, but goldies:

I listened to this album several times. Gregory Porter’s „Be Good” and „Just Like Children” are now glued to my heart. Today was just about being. Listening, watching, enjoying the ‘right now’. Today was about colour and music and dancing and joy.

Go for a walk!„, the doctor said. I did, and while this splendid music was playing in my mind, I found more colour, more music, more dancing and nature’s immense joy among leaves, birds, clouds and some sunny rays, an orchestra majestically conducted by the almighty wind.

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And yes, „BE GOOD”! 🙂

Vis, realitate?

Ieri am visat frumos. Se făcea că eram o domniță deghizată în cavaler și călăream pe un cal negru de o frumusețe uimitoare.

Astăzi uitasem deja visul. Dar într-un mod inexplicabil, mi-am amintit brusc de o recomandare muzicală primită de curând, pe care nu apucasem să o cercetez. Așadar am cercetat. Și am găsit.

O voce ireală. Un clip ce redă foarte bine o stare de vis,  puțin apăsătoare. Până când apar caii și totul devine ușor, frumos, perfect. Printre ei se află și calul meu negru din visul de ieri. În toată splendoarea lui.

Misterioase sunt căile viselor… 🙂

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I had a beautiful dream yesterday. I was a maiden disguised as a knight and I was riding a breathtakingly beautiful black horse.

Today, that dream was already forgotten. However, for no reason whatsoever and totally out of the blue, I remembered a music recommendation I’d received recently, but hadn’t had time to look up. And I looked it up. And found… a voice which seems unreal. A video which perfectly renders a dream-like mood which is almost heavy and hard to bear, until the horses show up. And then, all of a sudden, everything becomes light, beautiful, perfect. Among them, I saw my black horse from yesterday’s dream. In all of his splendour.

Mysterious are the ways of the dreams…