For the past year and a half I have been paying for guitar lessons. Not for myself, I might add, rather for my teenager taking lessons. And my investment is being returned. With interest. When he picks up his guitar, I have to stop what I am doing. Stop reading whatever, watching whatever. Just stop and listen. The chords travel right through my soul. Despite all my faults, I’ve added a musician to this world.
My son sure can play the guitar ❤
Footprint (of a child)
Fireworks in Sydney
Frangipani
Feather
Boardwalk from Freshwater Beach towards South Curl Curl, northern beaches, Sydney
Cee’s Which Way Photo Challenge – March 17, 2017
My toes
Sydney sand
Sunday afternoon
Bliss
Sound of the waves, sand between toes, wind through my hair, smell of salty air
When I think of him
My heart skips a beat
When he looks my way
My face flushes with heat
When he speaks to me
I wonder what to say
In everything I do
I give myself away
I have a new crush
Divine masterpiece
I am not dead yet –
Passion, to be seized
Rainy days
And dreamy morns
Books on tap
And smiles and yawns
Nothing beats
A lazy dawn –
Steamed coffee
While water falls
Owning my life
My feelings
My actions
Brings me to acceptance
Of a worthy self
A worthy heart
A worthy smile
And contentment
Happiness and
Kindness
To share
