Life is not, they say, a bed of roses. Which is good, because roses are thorny and uncomfortable. But every now and again life might just be a bed a flowers, a moment of pure contentment and delight.
What is your bed of flowers where you find pure contentment?
Some classical music allows me to sink into a “world of my own”; when I am driving, listening to a piece, there are times that I simply must sit in the car, not being willing to turn the radio off until the piece has ended. It is as if I am receiving a message of pure contentment from beginning to end and I don’t want to miss any of it. Rather recently I joined the local symphony choir and am learning how to discern the various parts. This is part of the pleasure in listening to vocal music but I also attend to the instrumental parts. What would the world be without music?