Stop and Smell the Flowers

I've been priming and painting the walls, non-stop, for the past week.  When Sunday afternoon rolled around, the upstairs hallway needed just one final coat of paint.  I knew it would feel really good to check it off my list but...

In our Christmas stocking, Santa left Mark and I tickets for a Buddy Guy/Jonny Lang concert.  The concert was this past Sunday evening at the State Theater in Minneapolis.  So, Sunday afternoon, we decided to leave the hallway, get ready early and head downtown for a few hours before the show.  We sat at a table near a window where we could see the traffic on Hennepin Avenue.  We had sushi and sake and then wine.  We had great seats for the show (thanks Santa!!) and the music...phenomenal.  Why is it so hard to remember to build in the "stop time"?

Jonny Lang started the show and did an awesome version of his song, Red Light.  The saying used to be stop to smell the roses (flowers) but it seems like the only time we really stop anymore is at a red light.

A chance to breathe

While sitting at a red light

You look around

Reflecting on your life

                                      -- Jonny Lang