This morning I was enjoying the shuffle of songs which dallies with Christopher Parkening plays Bach, Yo Yo Ma's rendition of Gabriel's Obe, Amy Vreeman and Solomon Keal. Then a piano piece started which had an overly simple melody, as in one note at a time. Usually I click the arrow which skips it, but I was sewing and the phone was elsewhere. I let it play and kept my eyes on the fabric. Then after a minute or so, the music got more interesting.

Although the original theme was still present there were more lines woven in. I paused at a corner of the binding to really listen. 

It was lovely. What had at first seemed plain, was now a steady refrain in a joyful dance of notes. The song was both familiar and unexpected.

I thought about the routines of my life. It is time to start cranking up the plans for the marriage conference. I have done that for the last ten autumns, and there are predictables as well as unknowns. Probably your life is a blend of been-there-done-thats and novelty as well. 

Marriage is nothing if not repetitious. Maybe the monotony grates on you, or perhaps the commonplace is comforting. You sleep on the right side, he sleeps on the left. You plan the birthday parties, he changes the oil. 

Yet the theme which began in your early days is a refrain. If you started with kindness, it will resurface in another key. Just resist the urge to click skip before it gets interesting.