To the two people who read this regularly, I apologize for my absence. Life happened – the excuse 95 % of bloggers cite for their disappearance.
Wait, I really don’t.This is my blog and I am going to play by my rules.
There have been no posts for a reason. Writing funks have been a regular occurrence. Every time I attempted to sit down, the fingers failed to produce seamless lines; I could not form words to my thoughts. My life was not something that could be captured through writing, prosed into beautiful structure and kind words.
So I hide from it all. I stopped penning my life. I picked up painting. I slept more. I found new movies to watch, television shows to stream. I wandered grocery store aisles. I listened to music.
But as I watch the steam curl up in ringlets from my coffee creep up throughout the setting sunlight, attempting to compose some thought; I am solemnly reminded that I am enough.
I am not defined by my posts, my audience, or my ability to produce words on a dime. I am not defined by the amount of life I can force into a day or the beauty of what I create.
In case, you have forgotten the obvious, I love music.
I also love to dance.
I am by no means the most coordinated on the hardwood, but I do love a good rhythm with strong karaoke. And last weekend, my family and I celebrated my cousin’s marriage. In other words, we danced all night long. There is nothing more joy-filled to be than community and dancing.
It was pure bliss.
To throw it back to the endless laughter and joy experienced, here’s the one and only, Billie Jean by Michael Jackson.
It’s been a while dear friends. I apologize for the delay in any posts of late, this whole full-time working thing is a beast to grasp a handle or two on. Now that a rhythm is finally setting in, I have come back to an old comfort…. New Year Resolutions (didn’t see that one coming,… Read more →
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.
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.
I cannot believe it is the last Saturday in October. And contrary to popular belief, my favorite month of the year is not the passing, but the upcoming. …
My heart flutters at the nearness this, the most wonderful time of the year.
Anyways, the other day, in an attempt to have The Child nap for more than a few minutes in the car, as been his current pattern, I drove for a good hour to create a solid nap for him. [waste of gas? not entirely…..besides, gas is fairly cheap these days and I drive a fuel-efficient small car, affectionally known as Celine]
It was the perfect morning: fog hung in the air, transitional forests were abundant, and not a ray of sunshine for miles. I was hungry for the serene country roads, filling my memory with the bounty of October before the passing of the leaves and the dominant skyline becomes bare trees.
What made these moments etched in my mind for years to come was also the music.