We kind of went off on a musical tangent, last night, in finding vids and songs that we wanted to share with each other. Vick introduced us to the universal feel of song and dance, video posted below. I introduced her to the spiritual feel of Neil in Be. Together we found the two Michaels - Franti sayin' a lovin' Hey in the streets and Jackson with Olodum in Brazil, expressing concern that they don't care about us. From there, we moved on to the antics of fun-lovin' Cee Lo, at the Billboards. We reminisced about how and why Billy's lyrics mark so much time for Vicki, as ND's do for me. It is so amazing how the one G-d gifts a certain few, who then share with us. Our hearts forever hold the treasures. They become engrained in our souls. We sing and dance to the music, occasionally saddened by its message. There was so much more left to say... but then...
We heard. Whitney. Gone at forty-eight. How heartbreaking. Those gifts often come with an overwhelming price. Terribly saddened. How appropriate the timing to feel the tragedy.
