I hope you are all full. Not just of turkey or cranberry and vegan stuffing. Full of life. Otherwise, what on earth is the point? Right?
We can’t just be thankful for the “good” stuff, or the stuff that feels good. For all the struggles, frustrations and mistakes, I wouldn’t exchange my life with anyone else’s. Because it is the only thing that is truly mine. And I am so grateful to be alive.
I’ll admit that my plate feels a bit too full at times. Even so, I always make room for dessert. For me, that means making time for music.
As a child, my favorite thing to do was play a C chord, holding down the sustain pedal and leaning my head on the lid of the Mason & Hamlin Grand that still adorns 1/4 of my father’s living room. That piano resonates like the belly of a great wooden ship. Its sound is ancient, deep and mystical. I swear it touches my very soul. Read More…
These days, I’m lucky to sing along with Spotify.
Regardless, I need music. And I guess I always thought that that would translate into music needing me.
Big mistake. One of the most difficult revelations of my life was accepting that music and the world at large could manage just fine without me and my songs. I think that happened about a week ago. 😉 But it’s like that moment when we realize our parents are just people with faults and failings. That we aren’t the center of their universe.
Do we love them or need them any less?
Why am I writing all of this? Because I am grateful for it all. Yes, I still dream that, one day, I will write THAT song. The song that will change the world and change my life in unimaginable ways. Then I think of the hundreds of songs I have written and recorded. How each one has maybe touched somebody. Somewhere. Even if it was just my mom or my husband, a friend or a complete stranger. And I am grateful that I was able to connect for those 3:49 seconds-ish with somebody out there. That maybe all my jumbled up emotions and thoughts connected and, however briefly, resonated with another soul.
That’s all I’ve been trying to do since I first pounded my chubby little fingers on the keyboard. Connect. Share. Love. Be loved.
So, cherished friends, I thank you. Thank you for allowing me to connect with you. Thank you for supporting and encouraging me (you do know that you mustn’t feed the ducks in the pond, they’ll just keep coming back!). I am deeply grateful for your ears and your generous and kind hearts. My life has deeper meaning because of our connection. It’s simply the truth. You make a difference in my life and I only hope I can do the same for you. Music ties us all together and gives wing to our emotions.
So, today, and every day, have an extra helping of music. Zero calories.
If you’ve read this far, you are unicorn of a human. 🦄