While I thoroughly enjoy many things, I love reading and music. I can’t seem to pick a favorite song, if even by genre, because music is a form of connection, emotional connection or even recognition depending on the circumstance, a moment or how I am feeling at a particular time.

In a recent post in which she wrote about her sexy playlist and in another, she mentioned the awesome vinyl collection that her dad left her and how music is almost always on in her home. This led Ms. Ann to recently post music that she relates to the men in her life. I love the eclectic mix and it’s reflective of the personal nature of music to a person.

It’s been an incredibly long week, on all fronts and for some reason, I thought of Ann’s music posts. Which made me realize I’ve been in a musical state of mind all day, playlist’s be damned. I’ve just had the music on shuffle. That said, I forgot about this song until it played; I listened again, closely, the lyrics resonating on many levels. In particularly due to a recent conversation I overheard between  kidlet #1 and several of her friends…

Postscript…the post title is a tongue in cheek  tip of the hat to my friend Lady M. When we met this past weekend (post forthcoming!!), I mentioned that I have several drafts in my drafts folder that I either need to complete or delete. She posts in a linear manner 😉 which I admire if even though I can’t seem to do the same 😉

a fantastic evening of conversation with Lady M (a post forthcoming)  was on my mind as this scene played out on the screen before me earlier today. We were comparing notes, a bit, as well as talking about where we both were in our own relationships when we each decided to pursue the sexual and emotional intimacy we were missing in our respective marriages…

This scene, in which the baker’s wife sings about moments in the woods, resonated in many ways and has left me pondering…

always. dammit. always.