Monday, December 31, 2007
The year that this album came out, 1994, was a very bad year for me. I was 20 years old, lost in in the blackness of grief and doing my best to self-destruct. Time doesn't heal all wounds but its passing is sometimes a kindness.
It took me a few years to find myself, and then to find him. Love is magic - it makes you savor each day and celebrate each year instead of wishing them away.
My years are now joy-filled with good things of my own choosing: friends, love, cats, food, books, blog, fun, laughter, garden, art, and on and on...I'm a lucky girl.
So here's to another wonderful whirl around our star.