It’s late again and here I am at the computer just sitting and thinking. There is so much that is unknown in life, I wish I knew sometimes what was going to happen next, like in a book where when you get a little scared you can skip a few pages to see if the main character is still alive. But then, I imagine if I had my way, I would rather that life be an unknown.

Spring is here again… for some reason I tend to go inward when spring happens. One of my favorite lyrics from one of my favorite songwriters Hawksley Workman goes like this… “Wonderful and sad, how can you be so wonderful and sad” spring is wonderful and sad, life is wonderful and sad. The leaves bud and grow and fall down to the ground in a beautiful array of colour. The city is beautiful and sad. At night when Rob and I drive home from a show we comment on how wonderful the city is at night… but sad.

Sad but beautiful, isn’t it wonderful that we can feel and see the way we do?

Deni