You know what I love, that I have had a song stuck in my
head. I make sure to have it come on
whenever I get in the car this week. The
voice is rich and the lyrics are strung to a melody that lets me sing my heart
out. For a few minutes it’s just me
singing…to my car. And I have learned
that it doesn’t matter if the neighbor is walking past me, or if the guy in his
giant truck laughs at me, or if the little old lady looks at me
quizzically. I am using my voice in a
sweet way.
I have a fun fact about me; I sing in the car, when I’m
alone, and especially on car trips. It
keeps me awake, focused, and makes the miles go faster. This last car trip that happened just a few
days ago was a flashback through my life in music. I put the ipod on shuffle and sung. There were 90’s worship songs, boy band sagas
of elementary school, some 80’s hits, and then some indie, even some
instrumental to round out the mix. It
was eclectic. Life is eclectic.
I have been thinking about what it means to have variety in
life and this is one of the ways that I see it so clearly. Music is a memory maker for me. Certain songs are associated with certain
events. Music speaks to me and I learned
a long time ago that it is a language.
If you’ve been around here you would know that I am not a
language person in the fact that I don’t pick them up easily. But I feel languages. They ring in the depths of my heart and my
ears perk up when I hear an unfamiliar tone.
Music is a language to me. I feel
it, I can move to it, I can even speak it…but I am not fluent. I can’t read or write it, but it speaks to me
and I speak back.
Do you speak music? Or
language? Or maybe you speak art? Maybe you speak math or chemistry?
What do you speak and have you truly spoken it from the
depths of your soul lately?
This is the artist I am loving and one of my favorites by her
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