Music...
"it's all around us, all you have to do is listen." - August Rush (movie/soundtrack).
I love that quote. More importantly, I love music. As I was working on yoga books, etc today, I cranked up itunes and let it run it's course through my library. I became mellow when John Waite's "Missing You" came through the speakers, rocked out when Ted Nugent's "Stranglehold" blasted through, and reflective when heart's "Dog and Butterfly" echoed through my mind.
I cannot tell you how many times my mood has actually done a 180 just because a certain song plays. I can be in the deepest funk, and a song like "Footloose" can bring me out of it in a snap. The opposite is certainly true as well - as certain songs can bring me to my knees with memories of sad or tumultuous times, or bring on a smile with thoughts of treasured friends who have walked in and out of my life.
I learned music at an early age from my parents. In prior blog entries I wrote about family jam sessions with my mother on the piano, dad playing fiddle, an uncle playing guitar and my brother on the harmonica. Those are some favored memories - and I learned to appreciate them more as time goes on. I play piano - I took lessons for 10 years(it's been a while since I've played), saxophone (high school), and drums (briefly). Singing, well, let's just say that I sing off key really well! (I just sing what's in my heart).
My music tastes are rather eclectic, by my own admission. I love everything from Stevie Ray Vaughn, Sheryl Crow, Bon Jovi, Little Feat, to Clint Black, Sugarland, Eva Cassidy, Journey, Blue Rodeo, Rolling Stones, Beatles, or Fleetwood, Motley Crue, Heart, Rascal Flatts, Jann Arden, Lenny Kravitz, Nickelback, Prince, R.E.M, Josh Groban,U2, Journey, Eagles...and the list goes on and on.
But when was the last time we took a moment to listen to the beautiful music of quietness?
Close your eyes, and hear the gentle breeze playing softly through the branches and leaves; the birds adding their perfect melody while crickets or frogs croak out the harmony. Then feel your heartbeat laying down the baseline that pulls it all together. This, perhaps, is music in it's purest form. And, unfortunately, the least heard.
Beautiful music.... it's all around us, all you have to do is listen.
I love that quote. More importantly, I love music. As I was working on yoga books, etc today, I cranked up itunes and let it run it's course through my library. I became mellow when John Waite's "Missing You" came through the speakers, rocked out when Ted Nugent's "Stranglehold" blasted through, and reflective when heart's "Dog and Butterfly" echoed through my mind.
I cannot tell you how many times my mood has actually done a 180 just because a certain song plays. I can be in the deepest funk, and a song like "Footloose" can bring me out of it in a snap. The opposite is certainly true as well - as certain songs can bring me to my knees with memories of sad or tumultuous times, or bring on a smile with thoughts of treasured friends who have walked in and out of my life.
I learned music at an early age from my parents. In prior blog entries I wrote about family jam sessions with my mother on the piano, dad playing fiddle, an uncle playing guitar and my brother on the harmonica. Those are some favored memories - and I learned to appreciate them more as time goes on. I play piano - I took lessons for 10 years(it's been a while since I've played), saxophone (high school), and drums (briefly). Singing, well, let's just say that I sing off key really well! (I just sing what's in my heart).
My music tastes are rather eclectic, by my own admission. I love everything from Stevie Ray Vaughn, Sheryl Crow, Bon Jovi, Little Feat, to Clint Black, Sugarland, Eva Cassidy, Journey, Blue Rodeo, Rolling Stones, Beatles, or Fleetwood, Motley Crue, Heart, Rascal Flatts, Jann Arden, Lenny Kravitz, Nickelback, Prince, R.E.M, Josh Groban,U2, Journey, Eagles...and the list goes on and on.
But when was the last time we took a moment to listen to the beautiful music of quietness?
Close your eyes, and hear the gentle breeze playing softly through the branches and leaves; the birds adding their perfect melody while crickets or frogs croak out the harmony. Then feel your heartbeat laying down the baseline that pulls it all together. This, perhaps, is music in it's purest form. And, unfortunately, the least heard.
Beautiful music.... it's all around us, all you have to do is listen.
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