Love Letter To Music

That song. The ones that make you stop in your tracks. If you are standing, you sit. If you are walking, you stop. If you are talking, you grow quiet. If the volume is low, you turn it up. It reminds you of a former love, a time in your life, a beloved person in your past, a heartbreak, lies you were told, lies you told, happiest time of your life. Regardless of what it reminds you of, it is that song. The one that makes you stop in your tracks.


"Tell the repo man 
And the stars above 
You're the one I love 
You're the one I love 
The one I love"
Music is the love you have, the love you fight for, the love you cherish...that you would die for. The love that is true and full of more life than you could have imagined possible.


"Nothing compares
No worries or cares
Regrets and mistakes
They are memories made.
Who would have known how bittersweet this would taste"
Music is the love you had, the love you lost, the love that never truly belonged to you because if it had, it would still be the love you had. It is the love you carry in your heart to remind you to be humble and to nurture the love that now truly belongs to you.


"Es un buen tipo mi viejo
Que anda solo y esperando
Tiene la tristeza larga
De tanto venir andando.
Yo lo miro desde lejos
Pero somos tan distintos
Es que creció con el siglo
Con tranvia y vino tinto.
Viejo mi querido viejo
Ahora ya caminas lento
Como perdonando el viento.
Yo soy tu sangre mi viejo
Soy tu silencio y tu tiempo.
El tiene los ojo buenos"
Music is heartache. It screams at you in the quiet moments, it steals from you over and over again. Reminds you of what you lost. It taunts you with it's ghosts and memories that will never again be yours to hold.

"In the dark of the night I could hear you calling my name
With the hardest of hearts I still feel full of pain
So I drink and I smoke and I ask you if you're ever around
Even though it was me who drove us right in the ground
See the time we shared it was precious to me"
Music is regret. It shames you. It makes you want to hide your face. It reminds you over and over again that you are capable of not just feeling hurt but of causing pain...of not doing the right thing. 

"So break me down, if it makes you feel right
And hate me now, if it keeps you all right
You can't break me down if it takes all your might
'Cause I am so much more than meets the eye"
Music reminds you of your worth. It reminds you of who you are. What you are capable of. It keeps your secrets, it speaks to the deepest part of your soul and it reminds you that regardless of anything else, that no one will ever truly comprehend how fucking beautiful and complex you are until you do.

Music is a promise. A promise that our feelings swell, stretch...sometimes out of proportion but they rebound in a million different ways. Great highs. Impossible lows. Skin of our emotions. Emotions undulating as quickly as the lyrics, melodies and beats. 

It is said that life without music is not worth living. I think that very well might be 

true. 

love, Romy

Signs

Trying to keep things in perspective is a lot harder than it sounds.

I have been spending a lot of time lately doing things that I put off and/or chose to ignore. Aside from cleaning, making phone calls to find someone to come trim our 2 zillion foot tree, going through paperwork I should have already looked at and other thrilling household stuff. I have also been getting back in contact with people who truly matter to me. I suck at keeping in touch. I suck at just moving on without letting people know that I am
1) okay
2) not coming back.
I tend to fall off the face of the earth soo...I am trying to remedy that. I learned this past summer that waiting to fix things is not always a good thing or even feasible.

I spent too much time in the past five years not being true to myself or to people who love me. Thank God every single person welcomed me back with open arms. Fixing it. Working on it. Moving on from things and people that seemed so damn important to me not even a month ago.

Fixing it.

Working on it.

Moving on.

It is pretty amazing how quickly your soul rebounds when you completely shut out what ails you.

Freedom that I never thought I would be able or even want to accomplish. Yeah. It tastes damn sweet.


love,  Romy

Flurry Of Flurries

I have been all over etsy and a zillion other paper specialty sites because I decided that I am going to make our Christmas cards this year. Yep, I am gonna! I love love looking at all the different paper and supplies...trying to imagine what I want them to look like. So far this paper is def not going to be used...

I am pretty sure that my inlaws are not ready for vagina rainbow stationary. Plus, vaginas don't really scream Merry Christmas. Or do they? Hmm.

I think I am going to use vellum and either parchment if I can draw something on them that I love and if not just use cardstock and tie it all up with a bow. Stencils on the envelopes and I am way over excited. #toomuchtimeonmyhands.

So yeah, that is one of my goals and I have to have them ready and in the mail by like the third week of next month. Wish me luck. :/

Poor husband, he has no idea that I am about to command the dining room table for the next month or so. 

love, Romy

And Off We Go

"Courage does not always roar, sometimes it is the quiet voice at the end of the day saying " I will try again tomorrow" --  Mary Anne Radmacher