Stories

Musings

The guitarist in the departure lounge quietly says “these songs are about stories that my parents and grandparents told me”… busy passengers too scattered and distracted to listen to his wisdom.

Just this morning I had heard news of my ailing grandfather. Had I lost time to collect his story? Too scattered or too distracted?  A passenger of life?

image

View original post

Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s