How my heart gets

Martha Robertson Art

I was never one to keep a journal of any kind. I’ve made repeated half-hearted attempts over the years, and the end result is lots of pretty journaling notebooks with a few pages of notes and poetry written in them… All collecting dust on a shelf or tucked away in a box or a drawer. When I started writing this blog, I was really concerned that it would go the way of those old journals, collecting cyber-dust someplace. Or that I wouldn’t REALLY have a song in my head every day… That somehow writing it down would stop the songs from coming.

But it hasn’t. Just like all the months and years before, I still wake up every morning with music in my head. The difference now is that I’m analyzing and critiquing the music. Was it there when I woke up? Did it wake me up or start after…

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