Sometimes I sit down with no idea what I’ll write.  But over the years I’ve learned to trust that a topic will be revealed … something beyond my choosing.  Something important to life.

And right now there’s nothing but a smile on my face.

Do I have to write every day?  No

Do I want to write every day?  Yes

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I was in my music theory class this morning.  Last week, Mattias gave us an assignment.  For a certain song, figure out the intervals between the notes (such as Do to Mi – a “third” in English).  And I had done the homework.

Two hours ago, I couldn’t remember what the song was.  And there was something special there – feeling loose, unbounded, unexpected.  My instant response to my not knowing was happiness.  How delightfully strange is that?!  Society would  expect me to feel bad, to lower my head in despair.  I’m not doing that.

The song title eventually entered my mind: “Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star”.  A few days ago, before I sat down at the piano, I guessed that the first note change in the piece was a third (Do to Mi).

Then my finger descended on the keys.  Turns out the first note change was Do to So – a fifth.  I was way off!  So wrong.  Not in the ballpark.

And … my face brightened in the moment.

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How can being so wrong, or forgetting simple things, be so lovely?

I will live in the mystery, humming to myself