I can't listen to enough music today. It's like my soul is thirsty, and music is the water it needs. I find myself getting absolutely lost in the lyrics and melodies, as if every song is saying -- in words and tones -- exactly what I want or need to say.
And so, reader, I am not going to write much on Lent: Day Eight. I am wandering through this music, visiting thoughts, pondering questions, considering risks, and, as always, dreaming dreams. I think I need to stay here a while, so I bid you a fond goodnight and promise I'll see you tomorrow.