Make the Good Things Last

All my dreams I carry with me,

in a bag of broken glass.

It’s not the parts of busted hope,

it’s the memories of the past.

Make the good things last. | Noah Gundersen

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Folkin’ Friday

If you need some acoustic guitar, fiddle, and beautiful harmonies this lovely bluegrass duo is the soundtrack for today. If you close your eyes, you can almost smell the sunshine on fresh grass and taste the sweet iced tea. There’s finally some sunshine in Boston and while the majority of this week has been spent pining for the south, it’s a beautiful day.

Six Days At The Bottom of [A Pile of Snow]

We’ve broken a city record for snowfall in the past week and it’s beautiful and surreal and sometimes it’s nice to get hit with the unexpected and be forced to roll with it because that’s really all you can do. When everything feels like it’s out of my control, it’s nice to remember that it is–and that it doesn’t have to be terrifying. Plus, Explosions in the Sky reminds me of Friday Night Lights which reminds me of Texas which reminds me of Home and that’s all the pick-me up I really need.

To the Reader

Before you think I’m channelling Baudelaire, never fear–although, there’s plenty to be said for him and his poetry! I’ve noticed there’s several new faces in my follower column and, as I’ve been sadly MIA from this space, I wanted to thank all of you (new followers and old) for reading and following and generally making this writing thing feel less like shouting into the void. If you’re new, I’d love to get to know you. If you’ve been following along for a while, mea culpa–I haven’t forgotten you or this blog, thanks for staying with it.

Lastly, because the only words I seem to have to spare these days are the words of others, here’s a little rock n’ roll from some Texas boys to spice up your Thursday.