I have to leave this thought here… Sorry. (or not?)

My day was a rollercoaster of emotions. I felt angry, something I rarely do. Anyway… As you all know, music always does the trick to call me down. But this music in particular.

Right now, I have 1 album and 1 EP of different artists on repeat. Thing is, they will not be released for a long while. And they are both very very good. The album are raw demos that will receive their polish in the studio when they are properly recorded, but the EP is done and waiting for its release day.

I feel very fortunate and lucky to be spoiled with music, even if it is in secret.

You see, I follow many musicians, but even more follow me. And I don’t really know why, because it is definitely not for the blog… In the beginning, this blog was only about music, but I rarely write reviews. Reviews are objective and I can’t be when I love what I hear. Also, writing reviews is so much more difficult than you might think. I wrote two or three for this blog and a couple for a blog called At the Barrier. Also if you are looking for great music reviews and suggestions, follow this link: https://eclecticmusiclover.com or https://marcschuster.wordpress.com just to name two.

Anyway… What I wanted to share is that I have awesome music on my ears that is unreleased and will stay so for a while.

Also, I did not have a drop of alcohol since last November and I only had two cigarettes this year.

Onwards… Movie night with the kids. The Good Dinosaur.


Some call it wisdom, some call it philosophical, some call it pretentious rubbish. Me, I am just a bit relieved that there are still words left that I deem worthy to share with the world.



To feel hope means letting go of the harrowing thoughts inside of me

If I were a painter, I would paint an open cage

If I were a poet, I would write words that made sense

But I am just a jester floating on lilac light

Feeling hope means remembering the broken fragments residing in me


First poem of the year.


Sleepless night. It’s after 2 am here. It means either my biorhythm is still messed up from the nightshifts, I slept too much last night, or my mental health is taking a serious hit in the next 24 to 48 hours.

This sucks… And my friend who is insomniac is actually asleep tonight. Ha! Such is life. But, I am upbeat and bubbly.

Bloganuary #11

What does it mean to live boldly?

Living boldly, hm.

It possibly, means – for me, to live without doubts or care. Without shying away from responsibility. Being loud and unapologetic. Taking what one wants, and being confident about it. Being who one wants to be and not how others are expecting them to be. Being free.

The most important kind of freedom is to be what you really are. You trade in your reality for a role. You trade in your sense for an act. You give up your ability to feel, and in exchange, put on a mask. There can’t be any large-scale revolution until there’s a personal revolution, on an individual level. It’s got to happen inside first.

Jim Morrison
The Doors – people are strange

I am not living boldly.

For a moment, I thought…

…But then I stopped.


Nightshift 1/2 done… Good morning and good night.

Share your blog 2022

It is turning into an annual tradition, for the fourth year in a row, Paul invites us to share our blog and to widen our circle. All you need to do is go to his site and comment under his post. You will not regret it. Paul is a star.

Let me quickly introduce myself.

I am Cathy (Catherine); 38, published author, mother of three, reader in the bathtub, singer in the shower, over thinker by day and by night. Music is my companion, but I am not a musician, I am just a listener. I also have a job, an important one; I work at a centre for pregnant teenagers and teenage moms who cannot stay with their families for one reason or another. Very interesting job that teaches me something new every day.

Who are you?

No updates?

How come that there are no updates? No music, no poetry? Nothing about life?

This is

Just a quick “I am okay” post.

I know I seem silent and readers are used to something different. But, do not worry about me. In spite of it all, I am very okay.

There is no poetry in me right now. Most poetry comes from a place of pain and hurt and there is nothing alike for me at the moment. At least not in a way that I feel inclined to share and write about it. (Family matters)

I will, however, share a Bandcamp link, because I think some of you might like this.


It’s mumbles jones’ new release, called angel. And I must say, I like it a lot. Maybe you do too. You can listen to the entire album for free on Bandcamp (the link above)

Lots of love


I am there

Baby, can I hold you when the darkest thoughts overwhelm you at night? You don’t need to talk. Don’t say a thing. But baby, allow me to be there for you when you feel undeserving and sad.

I am there for you.

Your head in my lap, my hands massaging your scalp. Trust that I will pick up the pieces when you fall apart. Eyes closed, all you need to feel grounded is the comfort of my body’s heat.

I am there with you.

Baby, let me hold you. Let me love you for a little while, until the crying is done and until you are ready to push the clouds away and move on. But baby, remember: you don’t need to fight alone.

I am there.