Feb Album Writing Month First Song

posted February 6, 2010

I wrote this on Feb. 1 as the kids and I walked home from pre-school. Elle’s contribution was to have one of the fingers represent the element of Milk. I’d just learned that morning in my yoga training that each of the five elements corresponds to one of the fingers. Also, the first four chakras correspond to the fingers and the last three to the thumb.

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