" There is nothing in the world so much like prayer as music is." William P. Merrill
Music, where does it fit in your life? Is your radio set at certain stations while you drive through life? Do you listen to the same song or CD over and over until you can't listen to it anymore? Do the songs you listen to reflect the state of your life? How does music effect your life and your healing?
I would avoid music, not that I don't like listening to it, but because am not able to hear all the words or cords of a song ...and constantly being denied music as a child- I shut it out. I could barely listen to the radio in the car, it would give me a headache, until I discovered something, it is not the music that I dislike, it was how I was processing it. I did a little experiment, I took one of my favorite songs ( even though I am not a hard core music buff, I still have ones that remind me of my crazy days, loves that I have lost, and sometimes things that I had to let go of), but back to my "big bang moment"...
I took the song "someone like you' by Adele, and found the instrumental version of the song, and pulled out the movie scores that I had bought but never listened to...the words in songs can call you, make you cry, lift you up, get you through tough times, make you feel better, or make you smile...but the musical notes and cords, are the ones that heal your soul.
Once I listened to the instrumental verison"s of the songs I loved, I realized something, see, I always wanted to play the piano. When I was a kid, my parents took me to the school to see about lessons, but they could not afford to send me, and considering I over heard the teacher tell my parents, if she is not serious, don't enroll her, because it will be a waste of money for you. From that, I just gave up...pushed away all sound, all music - everything that honestly, makes my heart sing and fills my eyes with tears.
I know that I would not have been a concert pianist, but I would have loved to play, to be able to create music, even just for myself, would bring me such joy. I don't believe that it is ever too late, so for now, I will listen to classical music and place my intentions to learn and hear the beauty of a musical sound, in order to heal that part of me that I didn't even know was there until my tears came and I could not stop. Music was taken from me, but I have a choice, and I want it back in order to heal and to hear.
Take the words out of your favourite song, listen to the notes, picture the movement of the fingers over the keys, nothing could be more healing or loving that watching someone play...it is love without borders.
When Ludwig van Beethoven ( one of the world's genius composers, who had gone deaf), was on his death bed, his last words were:
" I shall hear in heaven"
Music is a prayer coming alive, so listen and pray.
xoxo
BT&HB
Sunday, November 18, 2012
Tuesday, November 6, 2012
November
"November comes and November goes, with the last red berries and the first white snows.
With night coming early, and dawn coming late, and ice in the bucket and frost by the gate.
The fires burn and the kettles sing, and earth sinks to rest until next spring." -Elizabeth Coatsworth
November is the month of the saints, all souls, remembrance day, everything in nature dying around us, but also a month of rebirth. I thought of how the earth knows how to renew itself, how the leaves fall, sheltering the grass and the dirt, how animals know when to make their winter resting places and when to retreat. Why have we lost touch with this within ourselves?? Why do we complain of the cold, damp, rain, snow and the darkness? This is a blessing of mother earth, because without the darkness of the next couple of months, without the shedding of the colours of fall - the spring will not blossom, the birds will not sing, and we would stay forever in darkness.
November also marks my birthday month. I always loved November, not because it is the month of my birth, but because the beauty that I see in this month, the beauty in remembering the fallen, remembering the souls that have passed, and remembering the saints. How could you not be touched by this month?? It is a month to remember those who defended our great nation, those close to us who have passed and every saint who has watched over the children of God as they walk their path on earth.
For me November marks the beginning of a rebirth, reinvention, and a new beginning...the time has come for me to shed the skin of the past, release the fears and doubts of the past with love and peace, accept what has come to pass, accept that not everyone loved me, even if I loved them, and that with each day that passes instead of darkness and damp, I see sun and warmth...coming from my heart.
So, I leave you with the last lines of Carl Sandburg's poem "Prairie"
I tell you the past is a bucket of ashes.
I tell you yesterday is a wind gone down,
a sun dropped in the west.
I tell you there is nothing in the world
only an ocean of tomorrows,
a sky of tomorrows.
xoxo
BT&HB
With night coming early, and dawn coming late, and ice in the bucket and frost by the gate.
The fires burn and the kettles sing, and earth sinks to rest until next spring." -Elizabeth Coatsworth
November is the month of the saints, all souls, remembrance day, everything in nature dying around us, but also a month of rebirth. I thought of how the earth knows how to renew itself, how the leaves fall, sheltering the grass and the dirt, how animals know when to make their winter resting places and when to retreat. Why have we lost touch with this within ourselves?? Why do we complain of the cold, damp, rain, snow and the darkness? This is a blessing of mother earth, because without the darkness of the next couple of months, without the shedding of the colours of fall - the spring will not blossom, the birds will not sing, and we would stay forever in darkness.
November also marks my birthday month. I always loved November, not because it is the month of my birth, but because the beauty that I see in this month, the beauty in remembering the fallen, remembering the souls that have passed, and remembering the saints. How could you not be touched by this month?? It is a month to remember those who defended our great nation, those close to us who have passed and every saint who has watched over the children of God as they walk their path on earth.
For me November marks the beginning of a rebirth, reinvention, and a new beginning...the time has come for me to shed the skin of the past, release the fears and doubts of the past with love and peace, accept what has come to pass, accept that not everyone loved me, even if I loved them, and that with each day that passes instead of darkness and damp, I see sun and warmth...coming from my heart.
So, I leave you with the last lines of Carl Sandburg's poem "Prairie"
I tell you the past is a bucket of ashes.
I tell you yesterday is a wind gone down,
a sun dropped in the west.
I tell you there is nothing in the world
only an ocean of tomorrows,
a sky of tomorrows.
xoxo
BT&HB
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