The Chord of E

I put in the effort last week to write.  I started writing about the Happy Place until I realized I wanted specific content I didn’t have.  So I began questing for it.  I even researched other topics.  My brain was preoccupied, though.

Last August, I lost my dear cat Chloe.  She was a constant in my life for 13 years.  She followed me everywhere.  Her purrs swept over me and soothed me to the core.  Best of all, when I played piano and sang she cheered me along with those purrs.  She was eager and happy to sit close by and cheer.  She was my audience.

I don’t miss her often but when I do it is crippling.  My friend shared this adorable video of lady playing guitar and singing with her cat.  I just started to bawl.  Chloe’s void was real.  Last week, her void was real too.

I was practicing music instead of writing.  I have been working on a cover for weeks now.  I was experimenting with chords for the song.  My cat Smoke was sleeping across the room.  Since Aaron wasn’t home to snuggle he surmised my presence would do.

I played the chord of E on my piano just above middle C.  Smoke woke up and bolted over to me.  I looked at him and played the chord again.  His eyes light up and pushed himself into my lap.  I was amused.  Does Smoke like the chord of E?  I play it a few more times in a couple different places and broken up.  He was beside himself.

I stopped experimenting and snuggled him.  I wanted to be mindful of the time we spending snuggling together.  I realized that Smoke and I could also bond over music.  As long as it as his style of music.

As the weekend approached so did my thoughts about this blog.  I lamented over the blog post I didn’t write.  Was I going to finish it this week?  The panic was starting to settle in but all I could do was smile at the thought of Smoke and his love of the E chord.

I hadn’t lost my audience.  Smoke and I would explore new music together.  It will exciting.  It will be closure.  Chloe’s void won’t be as big.  That is worth writing about because it is beautiful.

An Empty Journal and an Old Phrase

Honestly, this whole thing is a little crazy.  I have invested real money and time.  It is real now.  No backing down.

*deep breath*

I got a wonderful gift for my 21st birthday.  Dee gave me a journal and told me to write in it.  She said times flies by and our memories fade but if I write them down I’ll always remember them.  That was a long time ago.  I never did write in that journal.  I still have it.  I keep it in hopes one day I’ll  write in it.

As a Web developer, I always found it odd I never had a blog.  I never felt I had anything valuable to write about.  My mind was naive and narrow.

The phrase “It’s beautiful out there” is old.  Coined by me at a wee age.  Doug, tells the story best.  However the story goes, early one morning I was looking out a picture window on to the Puget Sound.  I uttering completely entranced “it’s beautiful out there” at him.  He saw such truth and power in that statement it has lived on for decades.

It was in its memory, I created this place.  It a happy place.  A place to put all my wondrous thoughts and ideas.  My observations on life.  Tips and hints.

I have a knack for seeing the beauty in life.  That is valuable and worth sharing.  It is worth writing them down and remembering.

It is Beautiful Out There.