Some time ago, my son made music CD’s for me. He chose music that he liked and knew I would like too. Well, of course, what else would he do.
He wrote on the CD; Listen often. On another one he wrote; listen to the music.
And after that he would call me and say. “Suzi, are you listening to the music?”
Time went on and that became the mantra. “Are you listening to the music?”
Well, if you haven’t asked yourself yet. Are you listening to the music?
Do you hear any music? If not, get some music turned on right away. The music is the story of your life, unfolding everyday in your mind. And your soul. The music you listen to today defines the current of moments in your life now. Don’t miss it.
Turn up the radio in your car. Tell your big mean boss that you need a radio so you can smile while you work at your desk. You can sing along, you can hum, and you can make memories from the words that come across the radio waves just for you sitting there listening . . .
Music is mystical, a sacred chant. It alleviates stress and enables harmony. Like a bowl of soup for a searching soul, music warms, soothes, and calms us internally.
Other times, the music ignites memories, passion, joy and reverence.
There is everything right there in the talent of a musician, presented for you to feel one way, and then another. To remember why we live, why we walk, why we carry on day after day.
Hear the music. Feel the music. Be the music.
There is music in the trees, in the water, in the wind, in your hair, from the birds, the bugs, behind your eyes.
There is music in silence.
There is music in words impossible to speak.
“I must hear music where I walk. Always and forever.
That is why I have left all friends who talk
and have taken with me only those who understand.”