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There is a major snowstorm here today. It has been snowing all day, and now there is sleet coming down, and there will be freezing rain later. We are stuck in the house. I have been doing some cleaning that I never have time for. Right now Grace is napping and the boys are all bundled up and sledding outside on this small pile of snow. There is peace, for a brief moment. I have been drinking coffee, eating chips and guacamole, and listening to Bob Dylan. Now I'm going to make myself a cup of Chai flavored Yerba Mate tea and listen to it some more. Maybe write.

For the last few months I have only listened to Dylan a little bit here and there. I have been exploring all kinds of different music, and really enjoying it. However, last night I put "Biograph" in the computer while I was writing, and was reminded of how much I love it. The music is healing to me, the sounds of his voice more soothing to me than anything else I can think of. I have been listening to the song "Abandoned Love" over and over again. The thing with Dylan is that there is so much of it, you could never tire of it. Whatever mood I'm in, there's an album that will fit. When I am feeling sad, I could listen to "Blood on the Tracks," or when I'm feeling more upbeat maybe "Highway 61 Revisited." And so on. There are so many hundreds of songs that there is always more to discover, and the old ones that I have heard thousands of times over the past 18 years since I fell in love with him still bring about the same comforting feelings. I could go on and on about him, but I won't right now. Anyone who knows me knows how I feel about Dylan. Even Grace has learned to recognize his face and can say his name. It sounds like "Bob Didi." I wish I could find a good video of "Abandoned Love" to share with you, but alas, I have not. Instead I urge you to pull out your copy of "Biograph," (or go buy one), put in Disc 2 and experience it yourself. May it warm you on this cold winter day.