This morning has been one filled to the brim with fate and symbolism. I realize that is not a light statement to make, but its true.

(Don’t worry, this isn’t going to be a deep and heavy, majorly introspective post. It IS Monday morning.)

(I’ll get all emo on you later this week.)

(I know, you can hardly wait.)

Awhile ago, The lovely Each, on one of her weekend visits, made me a CD, “Barbie Mix 1.” With the rockstar’s new CD out, I had shelved it for awhile, but something told me to grab it, to pop in and listen to on my morning commute. As I drove along, it came to song #9.

It’s safe to say I don’t think I breathed the entire song.

Okay, so maybe I did, but it didn’t feel like it. I sat there, transfixed by the melody, and after the VERY HEAVY weekend I just came from, that I’m not quite ready to go into on here, because HI it’s Monday, and Barbie has her standards, I just sat there, and listened in a daze. And played it. Over. And over. And over again.

As I listened to the song, I came to a spot in my drive where there is a stoplight, and a grassy patch where Canadian Geese visit every morning. They mill about, picking and plucking on whats left of scraps from where the homeless people sometimes sit and beg for whatever one can offer; a prime intersection of all working folk. This morning, amidst the three geese pecking and plucking about, there was one goose that attracted my attention.

The goose? It simply sat there.

Cars whizzing past, horns honking, headlights shining upon it. But despite all this, quietly and still, the goose nestled in on that bit of grass. His head regally lifted, he observed the chaos ensuing around him. This image, combined with song, affected me. So much so that I realized I needed to write about it. I still have not yet come to my final conclusion about what I witnessed, but I know there is one. And I’m pretty sure it has something to do with where I’m at, and how I’m living my life. And the symbolism that a greater power wanted me to see.

Or, maybe it was just a goose sitting in an intersection, and I’m reading entirely too much into it. I don’t know. Whatever the case, it moved me.

So, in honor of that intelligent goose, with the ability to sit back and find peace in the chaos that surrounded him, I’m declaring today a “Music Monday.”

Because never before, have I ever found a song to convey the tumultuous twisting and turning of my thoughts and the state of my life right now.

So delicately. So beautifully. So truthfully.

Enjoy. And folks, if you haven’t heard this song, take a listen all the way through. It’s well worth it. Let me know what you think. (And for my guy readers out there? Even if you hate the song, Emmy Rossum is hotness, so at least you have that.)

Happy Monday.

xo, b