Let’s Just Create!

You know…when it really comes down to it…there’s no excuse for not creating. Why should I put off any longer what I want to make, what I want to bring to life? If it really is important to me, if it really is something I’m passionate about, then I must create it! And today, that’s what I did. Continue reading

Loved by Every Season…

I absolutely love this song…heavenly piano and beautifully touching lyrics. I hope you enjoy it today and the power of its message, every day.

Lyrics:

Every evening sky an invitation

To trace the pattern stars

And early in July a celebration

For freedom that is ours

And I notice you in children’s games

In those who watch them from the shade

Every drop of sun is full of fun and wonder

You are summer…

And even when the trees when just surrendered

To the harvest timeForfeiting their leaves in mid-September

And sending us inside

Still I notice you when change begins

And I am braced for colder winds

I will offer thanks for what has been and what’s to come

You are autumn…

And everything in time and under heaven

Finally falls asleep

Wrapped in blankets white all creation

Shivers underneath

And still I notice you when branches crack

And in my breath on frosted glass

Even now in death you open doors for life to enter

You are winter…

And everything that’s new has bravely surfaced

Teaching us to breathe

What was frozen through is newly purposed

Turning all things green

So it is with you and how you make me new

With every season’s change

And so it will be as you are recreating me

Summer, autumn, winter…

Spring…

The Feel of Music

So intense, more real than anything

Yet unseen, invisible, untouchable

It moves more deeply, running free

Sounds melded together touch me

Notes that rise, ring and soar

How can it do this to me?

Make me lift and throb with emotion

Provoke me to move while still

I feel it…deep inside, in the center of me…

Pulsing, like breaths, gasping with emotions

Prompting my heart, causing it to grow

Every sense seems to ride the notes

Cascading with their cadence

Exhilarated with higher pitch

To then tranquilly descend,

Resting in deep, heady bass notes

My flesh rises in bumps and prickles

A rush caresses my skin

Seeming to come from the inside

Reverberating all throughout…

Between and about organs

Through veins of blood and life breath

Powerfully touching the surface

Releasing from below the skin

It takes my mind to places

It toys with my heart and memories

Yet it does so respectfully and gently

Still tenderly and considerately

How music moves me!

What it does to my soul

On the wings of emotions

Calling beyond time and the known

Taking me to rise far above

Anything that can be seen

Such feelings, such emotions

Waves washing over me,

Cleansing and purifying me

It intoxicates and loves me

It sings to me and plays for me

How beautiful music is

Even without words…

So powerful…

Power…

In its sweetest, purest, most loving form.

Gypsy Jazz

Fadora hats, vests and rolled cuffs,

Attire that swaggers into the room.

The notes of instruments sounding,

In trills of waves, like water ebbing.

Up and down, cascading in currents,

Clarinet sings a dance with accordion.

Violin sways, rises, humming richly,

Bass doing a jig, energetic, steady.

Slow and pulsing, rhythm flowing,

Accordion fast and slow with notes.

Fingers drumming, feet tapping,

From those watching with ears, eyes.

Hands coming together, clapping,

Shouts of pleasure rising from voices.

A woman twirling, with hips moving,

Arms extended high, twisting hands.

Steps small, creating movement,

Drawing others in, slight steps.

Boisterous steps, turning, clapping,

Arms around waist, hands holding.

Notes in the air, music as breath,

Growing, ascending, carrying us.

The Love of Movement

I love things that move…

The flow of my fingers along the keys while typing words,

My feet stepping and guiding my body to turn and dance,

Notes ascending and descending from my voice in melodic song…

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