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Sleeping with Bread: Carlos Santana and a cold, cold Monday

As I was wrapped up in my piles of covers this morning I dreaded pulling myself from their warmth to move the cars and run the kids to school. The cold seemed so overwhelming this morning, seeing my breath as I scurried to get into the iced over car. My nose froze from the inside out, if you know what I mean.

As I let the car warm up, I started fiddling with the cd's that were in the armrest compartment and happily came across "The Best of Santana". I remember picking up this CD at a yard sale a few summers ago and smiled as the conga drums opened the first song on the CD - Jingo!



There is a great deal for me to accomplish this week.
1. Get over the fact that warm this week is going to be a high of 20, maybe.
2. Prepare for a Jr. High youth trip to Pittsburgh for next weekend. Eight students, two adults and one of my favorite cities: Pittsburgh!
3. Make sure my remaining 1/2 of family is set for the weekend at home.
4. Get the laundry done.
5. And all the things that are escaping my memory at the moment.

In all this cold and things to do, listening to Santana this morning was a great reminder to me of something that I can hold on to in the midst of almost anything. Music is an immediate mood lifter for me. So this week, as I scurry around. I'll be scurrying to some Santana, and whatever else helps me dance through work and living this week.

Let go of the winter blues and hold on to the music that inspires you to get out your dancing shoes and samba all week long!



What are the things that give you life, help you press on in the midst of challenge and keep on dancing? Please share what helps you in the comment section. Have a great Monday!

Comments

Mel said…
This weeks choice in the car for journeying purposes:

Our G-d is an awesome G-d
He reigns from Heaven above
With wisdom power and love
Our G-d is an awesome G-d.

Somehow, that lifts me during the journey and prepares me for what lays in front of me.

Music.
Definitely music.
Pamela said…
You simply have to move while listening to Santana! Moving means dancing and what better way to cheer up than dance? Enjoy your week and I pray you accomplish everything you need to!

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