Lying on the couch this morning .
Slept in late. Breakfast finished. Drinking tea.
Emails read and now the dreaded FB. Why the “dreaded” FB?
I have such a love/hate relationship with it. I like how it keeps me in touch with people I want to be in touch with, however, I admit to having hidden almost all of my “friends” because I just don’t care about the minutia of their lives. I follow mostly inspirational sites, poets I like, yoga people (everyone has a FB site now). I find it to be an awful time-suck for me. I understand that that is entirely my own fault, I take complete responsibility. The constant checking, the way I use it to avoid doing other things; it sickens me. I just got a new phone and FB did not transfer over for some reason and I like it; I’m planning on keeping it off my phone. (However, I need Shazam back!)
Anyway, some days FB is not so dreaded. Sometimes I remember why I am on it. I am delivered something so wonderful that it makes up for all the noise. It can be a picture of a friend’s child, a video of something absolutely silly, a poem by a favorite author, a beautiful and inspirational post from an unexpected source, good news from afar or some information about a new film I MUST see, or new music that I MUST hear.
Today, as I lay on the couch and pushed play on a sound cloud link from “On Being” (a wonderful site BTW), I was transported.
http://www.onbeing.org/blog/the-story-behind-bachs-monumental-chaconne/7032
It’s Sunday.
Fifteen minutes of bliss with Tim Fain, violin only, Bach’s Chaconne.
It was Church.
(It will do your Monday good!)
Mished-up 
First of all….love that cozy room. LOVE it! The wood floors, the white molding, the peace sign pillow. Yes please!
AND, I’m listening to your music as I type my reply.
Freaking FB! The love/hate happens here, too. I’ve resigned myself to it twice/day (once in the morning and once before bed) and even then, it’s a time suck. But, like you, I find what I need to on there. There’s a site (Mothers of Boys) that I absolutely love and I click on every link they provide. Along with the time suck comes a bit of, hmmm, remorse (?) when I post something on there myself. Most often it’s pictures of my kiddos or something silly. Then, it feels like bragging and I won’t post anything for a while. Then, it’s just easier to never even look. Ugh. I would imagine that scientists will conduct some worthy, Nobel-prize stuff on the on the whole sociology of it, but I’m with you. Keep the Shazam and ditch the FB (from the new phone anyway…we aren’t barbarians!)
Clearly–my tea was spiked with caffeine this morning)
my apartment is awesome Michelle….
up the stairs is a loft bedroom, so it is all open with high ceilings.
i definitely lucked out.
FB *sigh*, such a love/hate relationship.
Oh wow. I just want to say what a stunning piece of music that is. Thank you 🙂 x