Then the singing enveloped me. It was furry and resonant, coming from everyone’s heart… [Anne Lamott, Traveling Mercies: Some Thoughts on Faith]
I really think we’re all singing from our hearts. Always. And even then we are listening, too, for the songs in others’ hearts. But I might have Life mixed up with a Coca-Cola commercial. It happens. I am a product of my Journey.
Words make you think. Music makes you feel. A song makes you feel a thought. [Yip Harburg]
I canNOT think of a Time in my Life when music, words, and songs DO NOT stand head and shoulders above all the rest. There is a soundtrack for every piece of the Adventure I call My Life. And the words to the songs I remember are significant in wondrously impossible-to-explain ways.
One of my most favourite things about The Past is the singing. Whether it was my unabashed belting out songs while driving or the quieter memory of a song’s capacity to define the edges of my heart.
… There was no sense of performance or judgment, only that the music was breath and food… [A.L.]
It is easy to accept the sense of purpose songs have brought me.
If I cannot fly, let me sing. [Stephen Sondheim]
What he said. Exactly. Let me sing…
I love you, Currie