When I feel bad, James Taylor’s voice makes me feel better. So last night, I went looking for him on YouTube. When I was in high school, I babysat two little kids down the street after school every day. The three-year old had multiple congenital mental and physical handicaps. So in the winter we stayed inside, and we would usually watch
I remember this clip from those days. (a) I like James Taylor, and (b) this is really happy. At least – I remembered it when I saw it last night. It never occurred to me to look for
So, here you are – a happy thing from me today, because everything is transitory, even grief. Unless we insist on getting stuck in it. Ummm, Duh. If you're reading this on GoogleReader, I posted the link instead of the embed code by mistake and then fixed it right away, but you'll get the original. Sorry.