Living in the Midst
My fingers will be sore in the morning. In fact, as I type this, I can already feel that tips of my left hand fingers are tender. After singing at the end of yoga class tonight, I had the urge to create music myself. So, for the first time since September, and who knows how… Continue reading It Came Right Back to Me
I love to sing. I’ve sung for as long as I can remember. Anywhere, anytime. It started as a child because my parents love to sing too. I used to find it annoying that any word or phrase would launch my dad into a song. Now, I do it too. When I hear the word… Continue reading Sing
I have this thing with music. I love it but can't love it too much. If I listen to the same songs or album too much, I can’t get it out of my head. Not just, “oh that’s annoying” kind of can’t-get-it-out-of-my-head. It’s the “I can’t sleep and won’t ever sleep again because this song… Continue reading Be Held
Music has a way of transporting me – to a time and a place that I’ve been before. Music is like a time machine that always goes back, never forward. I’m transported to memories that seem as clear as yesterday but are far from it. Music gives me an opportunity to relive moments, whether I… Continue reading Transported