I have to get up in 3 hours, which COULD BE making me delirious, BUT just the same, it’s bugging me how it’s kinda strange the way stupid things trigger other not-so-stupid things.

Tonight I was with good friends. At a bar. An eclectic, hip, 14-layers-of-other-people’s-drinks-on-the-table, kind of bar. And sitting on top of what most likely was yesterday’s breakup, and Thursday’s promotion, and whatever else compels people to gather together and leave a trail of celebration behind, sat a flame peering thru a metal candle holder. Ah, life’s simple pleasures.

It was intricate, filigree-like, and kind of sexy, and more importantly, I wanted it. So I found the guy in charge of this counter-top-phyllo-dough-experience of other peoples alcohol, and asked if I could buy it, because, well, how else will you ever get anything you want unless you ask?

And as I was waiting for the owner of this cool piece of illuminated seven-dollar metal (the price tag was on the bottom) to tell me whether he would re-sell it to me for my generous $10 offer, one of my most burly, sports fanatical, non-metrosexual guy friends in the bunch points to a section of the metal design and asks, “what is that called?”

The “that” that he was pointing to was, in his words, the symbol for the New Orleans football team. In my world, that symbol is called a “fleur de lis”.

I don’t know what “fleur de lis” means, but I do know what it reminds me of. It triggered my long-held appreciation for a song entitled, “Clair de Lune” which means “moonlight” in French, of course. That much I do know.

If you’ve never listened to Clair de Lune, you gotta do me a favor. Get it. Then go to your most comfortable spot. Bed, shed, beach, couch, nursery, wherever. Just make sure it’s the place you wanna be when you feel love. And pain. Love. Hate. Love. Sorrow. Love. Guilt. And, ultimately, more love.

Close your eyes. Hit play. Forget EVERYTHING else. Forget the bills. Forget the obligations. Forget the 5 extra pounds. Forget the stress. Just sink deep into the story as told by the notes of the prettiest song I have ever heard. This song, I assure you, is the super-model of songs, except way, way smarter.

I suppose every person who hears the magic of thenotes, will see a different story in their sounds.

Why I love the song so much, is because the story I see, is that of a perfect beginning, followed by a rewarding yet tumultuous experience, followed by a brief reprieve, which leads to a sad end of…something…and a wiser, more beautiful, better beginning of something more.

That is the melody of life for us all, is it not?

Enjoy every note.

ps. Karma Lounge, thank you for the karmic candle holder