Lost in timeless time

Today myself and Terry were doing some work in my parents house. To turn on the sprinklers we had to go down to the garage. It is a cave of wonder. Therein lies the essence of my youth, it contains the echoes of my parents as they were about the same life stage as I am now... facing a future full of promise and dreams. It is a treasure trove of nostalgia.

It is the graveyard of what was known as 'Starwood', the home in which I grew up. I'm both ecstatic and bereft.

I mined our old record collection and recovered the most precious of gems. Now, for the past 2 hours, I have been listening to audio gold.

Last Christmas, Terry bought me a turntable and tonight I'm having a vinyl orgy featuring Neil Young, Paul McCartney, Carly Simon, Carole King, James Taylor, Simon & Garfunkel, Jim Croce and Glen Campbell.

Today is Monday, but I have been transported to a place where that is not important.

I'm lost in timeless time... but time is only a measure of space and I feel so blessed to be occupying a space in which I'm afforded such magic.

I am soaked in vinyl, vodka and visceral wonder....

Always, Amanda xx