Going to a low-key bluegrass gig (come to think of it, there’s no such thing as “high-key” bluegrass) at a local wine cellar and enjoying the storytelling and easy harmonies. Two of the musicians are a husband and wife who own the delightful coffee shop that becomes my sermonating office on Thursday afternoons. They’re such interesting people. As my friend and I left the gig, they both waved and the woman shouted out, “See you next week!”
Seeing a movie that was so haunting that it left me contemplative and quiet the rest of the day (that’s saying something, y’all, ha!). It was The Impossible.
Beginning guitar lessons and enjoying the easy charm and gregarious nature of my instructor who reminds me quite a bit of a musical friend in Belfast.