This weekend has been absolutely wonderful. I love Thanksgiving and all the joy when humans take time to slow down and celebrate the long meal.
As a reminder to not start singing Christmas music until December 1, please visit the rest of my Weekend Inspirations.
With that said, a while ago a friend of mine asked me if I had a pre-game routine before my interviews. I asked for his and he explained methodically his particular series of steps.
I took his advice.
One step required some serious jamming to sassy song. I came upon Oh, Be Clever and Next to You and thought, This is the one. It’s this sharp-beat-power-notes-dance-with-the-fist song filling the trusty Celine that makes me feel like I can conquer anything that passes.
Which I did.
Thanks to a dear friend’s encouragement and this song, I have a 100% success rate with interviews.
The Child: Well, today officially marks the end. Taking care of you was supposed to be a transition between seasons; rather it turned into one itself. For weeks, I have spent more time with you than anyone on the planet. We have driven miles in the car: some out of a desperation to lull you to sleep, some simply to find… Read more →
Inspired! What a word I am feeling today. Between the large dumping of snow that has come upon the region to a 2.5 day visit from my college roommate, I feel like I do with every full tank of gas…
I can conquer the world.
Yes, full tanks do not happen very often in my life. I’m more of a 15 dollars here, 20 dollars there kind of tank filler. So when the gas gauge flies quickly to the top ‘F’ mark, I have a strange adrenaline rush.
With the changing seasons, I tend to recycle back to old favorites of sound. And the arrival of winter tends to bring out the pure melodies in my CD collection. As the snow tenderly falls, the last thing I want to listen to is harsh beats or layers upon layers of sound. I tend to stick to people like Tom.
Beautiful voice. Hums from the piano. Soft snow illuminated by street lights.
Woah, November is almost like over. And Thanksgiving is just under two weeks away.
And I have yet to write about why November is my favorite month. Or really, I have yet to write about anything other than music….guess that is what happens when life gets the best of you.
Between having a full-time job, nannying on the side, transitioning seasons, learning new information, living the whole adult shing-ding thing, and celebrated Thanksgiving…and maybe thought about the holidays.
And yes, holidays, I am normally pitifully behind on those.
Which might make sense for my lack of absence in writing. Too much to do and not enough time to get it all done.
But alas, I have been calmed by hymns these days. These patient melodies have helped me through the darkest of valleys, giving a voice to the estranged heart within me. They lull me to sleep each night that sleep is far off.
[Video courtesy of The YouTube]
[moment of tears begins at 0:20 and continues through everything]
November 8. Have you noticed recently that the golden hour of the spring, summer, and October days seems to take on a new shape in November? It is no longer the bright illumination, but a softer hue of brown. Maybe it’s because it occurs around 4 in the afternoon rather than 9 at night….who knows.
But I love it so much more.
Since it is my favorite month, I thought we would listen to my favorite song from Ben. Have you listened to his new album yet?
Now, the next month will be filled with my obsessions about November. I know that many find this month of be dreary and anti-climatic as opposed to the bounty of October. But I find the exact opposite. I find that November is full of so much life and prospect and possibility and is overflowing with images of the faithfulness and goodness of Jesus.
Alas, that is for a later date.
What we have upon us for this weekend is The Last Bison. I have recently discovered them and when a group combines the melodies of voice and strings – heaven has collided with earth.
And they do this fantastic cover of M83’s Midnight City. A song which I normally reserve for the dark night rides through the country that with The Last Bison’s spin has transformed into a song arousing my spirit from a mid-afternoon nap.