Saturday Sense

Blogging is great but there are times when it can be very difficult to convey things. Last night, for example, I would have loved to send you all the divine scent of a rhododendron that is blooming for the first time in my garden.

Anyway, this all brings me to my new approach to spring-cleaning or, I should say, advanced decluttering.

I was totally overwhelmed the other day by the extent of the mess and heaps of ‘stuff” that needed to be addressed ~ now there’s a nice word for it!

In the midst of it all, I came upon a huge box of cassette tapes that my father had compiled over a long winter. He wanted to have his absolute favourite music on tape so that he didn’t have to listen to music/songs that he wasn’t too keen on.  It took him hours and hours to complete this task. But with his music in hand, he developed a new-found love for washing-up the dishes and he danced and sang his way through the gungiest saucepans, roasting tins … the lot,  with more gusto than I could ever describe.

So, I dug out an old cassette player and got into the mood!  Before I knew it, I was bobbing around the room, loading bag after bag with the most indescribable mess you’ve ever seen ~ even got  courage to ‘deal’ with under and behind the bed!

Off now to enjoy another session!


Sunday Morning Connections ~ Gatherings from Ireland # 312

Festival of Colour, Creativity and Connection
Festival of Colour, Creativity and Connection

I’ve been rather surprised that no one has submitted a song or, indeed music,  of any description to the Festival of Colour, Creativity and Connection here on Social Bridge over the last few weeks.

Songs are all about connections to me and  ever since I mentioned Kris Kristofferson at the weekend that Winter-time started here in Ireland, he’s been more and more on my mind.

Kris Kristofferson brings me back to my teenage years in the 1970s and, most of all, I associate him with sitting on an oil heater in the drawing-room of the Bank House in Drogheda, playing his Greatest Hits, over and over and over and … again.

Listening back to the songs over the last week or so, they make me feel like Kris Kristofferson  was my introduction to the roller-coaster of emotions that are associated with  growing up, loving, leaving, losing, living …..

I must have played Me and Bobby McGee a million times visualising myself in that van with the wind-shield wipers slappin’ time … and contemplating the words: Freedom’s just another word for nothin’ left to lose …

I don’t think there’s been a Sunday morning since those teenage days that I haven’t had thought of  Sunday Morning Coming Down. More than anywhere, it hit me when I ventured out on my first day in America – San Francisco  ~ a Sunday, January 2, in 1983.

I’d love to hear what songs/music have extra-special connections for you?