music in the morning

boy, do I love a slow morning when i can just move at my own pace.  it is so rare these days. . . city life brings the unavoidable scheduling of activities, because if you neglect to fit "it" into your schedule "it" won't happen.  seeing your friends, visiting your family and your beautiful new niece, walking your precious dog,  trying recipes, organizing your closet, writing down your deepest thoughts, moving through the morning hours in yoga pants, with music in the background, sipping a cup of coffee--if you don't slow down and clear your calendar for these things, I'm realizing you wake up and the days have slipped by in a blur without favorite things filling them.  or worse, the favorite things have occurred, but the memory of them is fuzzy or just not there.  scary.  

this blog is my attempt to not only fit time in for my favorite things, but really contemplate them by writing them or showing them here.  maybe it will allow for breathing and feeling life more than I have been recently.  don't misunderstand; I have a fantastic life with my incomparable husband, Ben; my scruffy, loyal dog, Guthrie; the most wonderful dynamic friends in the world that include family and a new niece and new muse, Lola Ruth;  a fledgling business called momoFandango, that will no doubt be the subject of this blog quite often.  I'm lucky, I just want to take the time to remember that I am. . .