Latin Music

It's decided. I must be latina.

Or, at least, a spirit latina. It's sort of like a spirit animal but slightly more ethnic.

Why? Something happens when I'm around Latin culture. Things... change. My hips go into automatic salsa mode, and I suddenly feel compelled to e-speak like dees.  Thees ees normal, no?

Know what really does it, though? The music. Everything about it entrances me. Like last night at music lessons, I pulled up a Cuban song on Spotify for my teacher and said, "this. I want to play this." He laughed a little, and we began to sound it out on the piano. As I watched his fingers go to the rhythm, an electrical buzz ran rampant through me straight up my back and into my fingertips. I was grinning from ear to ear like a moron and began to laugh. Like... out loud. Realizing this isn't a normal reaction to music - particularly when another human is in the room - I explained, "Sorry... I just... this music really makes me geek out."

It does, though. It really does. As I began to imitate his motions and play the song, I started the idiotic grin-laugh thing again.

I believe everyone has simple joys in life that make them idiot-grin. Things like finding quarters (yes, the tiny American currency), baby giggles, and the sweet, sweet taste of crispy morning bacon. Latino things just happen to be one of those simple joys that make my heart explode with sheer joy.

Therefore, my spirit ethnicity must be latina. The end.

Share moment - what are your tiny joys?

Well, hello there...

You know those extraordinarily comfy living room chairs? The ones sitting in the corner of a wood-paneled room with natural sunlight pouring in on your skin. Maybe a plant or two on the window sill. The ones where you can cozy up into its age-old butt groove with a good book or grab a cup of coffee and process life with a close friend.

Well, I'm thinking this is going to be that space. A comfy conversation space for exploring the ins and outs and ups and downs of life. A place to keep all of my stories for when I'm old and start to forget them because I have amnesia. Hopefully not... but, you know, just in case that does happen... this is that space.

Here's to the beginning of it. To squishy bum-hugging chairs and conversations in a room of life where we can just sit and soak it up for a minute. Figure out what happened, what is happening, and surmise what's next.