To be little again.

The trees are taller than me,
the buildings almost touch the sky
my love builds off the flowers I pick and give to others.

The sky is larger than my eyes can see,
I wish I could follow it to its end,
my hands can scoop up so much sand,
until it falls out on the ground again.

I see a little bird but I don't see it's mommy,
I try to feed it but my mom told me to leave it.
We don't have enough time,
and I can't tell time yet anyways.

My little head carries a great big world,
with great brave people with great big hearts.
Fear cannot be found anywhere,
there aren't any dark corners to store it.

Chapter books still intimidate me,
not because they are full of many words,
but because full of many characters with unpredictable endings.
Adults say it's complicated.

When thunder storms come rolling in,
I feel the sky might fall down.
So I pack my bags and plan where we might move on next,
because we live forever don't we?

Closing chapter

On Wednesday nights, I play at a church full of bright spirited elderly folk. They cheer me up on any given day. Tonight was my last night to play for their service and it was most touching.

I performed a song I sang for them the first time we met. All I could do was give them my deepest gratitude during my performance. It's really what any musician is supposed to do. Music is about giving and sharing part of who we are. When it's sincere, it's truly special and moving.

I was most touched by their graciousness and genuine spirits. It was a place for me to feel refreshed by the lives these people are living.

Closing a chapter here and ready to open up a new one. Life is bittersweet isn't it?

Peace,
Casie