Personal Story

Singing
I love to sing
How healing
How fun
How silly
I feel great , challenged, healthy from the art of sounds I am trying to make
Giggling, understanding, figuring out all the things that go into this
Mainly it is the pure joy of doing something that lights go for it
Don’t let others stop you
I was once told not to sing
Had I listened I would never have learned to sing
I instinctively knew I enjoyed doing it
You may also know what you may love to do
You may get talked out of doing it by yourself.

The seconds tick away as the hours turn into days, months then years.
Has all the time passed you by without the appreciation of the many moments you have be given?
Can more take place in a 5 minute encounter than living a 100 years?
You determine the affect things have on you.

You have been given the gift of your life and time.
You are never guaranteed another day.
There is something to always fill your time with:
Sleep, fun, work, exercise, hobbies, healing - the list goes on.

Have you ever needed to be still?
Not to be disturbed but be left all alone?
Some people are afraid to be alone.
They fear the quiet, that space.

Other’s revel in it.
In that quiet contemplative space much may occur.
Or nothing feels like it is happening.
It may be just dead silence.

What is good is to realize often when we would like to be still,
We just avoid it
Or when we are forced to be still, for example, like an illness,
We appreciate what we had.

Someone came to me the other day
About losing a loved one
I have sat with a lot of people who have lost loved ones
Dying is a part of life
We just can’t control it is something that happens to all of us
There is no escape
Our exiting is going to be when we pass
When someone passes often we get stuck and we can be very immobilize because
we are just so torn up inside with grief hurt and anger
Thinking God doesn’t exist
Where are they
How do we function and go on
And the thing about it is

Multi tasking
Can you really do several things at once
And be good at it?
Or does it make better sense to do one thing at a time?

It’s a hot, sultry evening. The sun’s warm rays, basking the earth all day, has left a comfortable blanket covering the front lawn.

The moon is new, and the darkness that swept in with the outgoing sun provides a perfect background for a laser light show.

How peaceful and utterly void of light is your yard. It’s dark, and you’re enjoying the tranquility that accompanies absolute stillness.

What’s that? Hey what was that?

Out of the corner of your eye, you think you saw a flash of light.

There it is again!

A few years ago, while hiking through the Mount Ascutney Mountains in Vermont, I found myself absolutely mesmerized by the stunning beauty of the deciduous pine forest. In particular, my eyes were being pulled towards the pinecones. Kind of like a magnet, I was attracted to the pinecones.

They densely garnished the tall pines. They came from all sizes, from two inches, up to seven, and perhaps more. They were everywhere, on the floor, on the branches. And the hues changed from light, pale green, to a royal forest green, to a hazel, to dark brown.

Just as an ace of spade trumps the king of spades, knowing trumps knowledge.

An intelligent person does not care much about information and knowledge. An intelligent person cares much more for the capacity to know.

His or her interest is in knowing, not just knowledge. Knowing gives you understanding, where knowledge gives one a feeling of understanding, without giving you real understanding.

I like to sit in my back yard, and listen to the great composers: Vivaldi’s “Flute Concerto #2”, the solo flutist, and Giuseppe Verdi’s “La Traviata”, the duel between Violetta and Alfredo. And Beethoven’s “Moonlight Serenade”, that single solo piano.

The sounds of the orchestra, the flutes, the piccolos, the French horns, the bassoons, the clarinets, the oboes, the violas, the cellos, the trumpet, each instrument is beautiful music to my ear. Perhaps you like this too.