Folding laundry was sacred tonight. It was just me, the basket of clothes and your music. And now, even writing this almost seems ridiculous because there are no words fit for the way your music makes me feel. It’s like you have to see my face or put your hand on my heart, while I listen, to understand. I woke up different this morning…less shadow, more light. And I have your wake up songs to thank. So thank you, thank you from the very depths of my awakened soul.