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
1 comment:
I only used to sing alone in the car--LOL! Well, when I was living with a guy who had a country band I did sing on stage a couple times. Just 2-3 songs--and not until last set because with the drinks flowing people would be in a more generous mood by then. ROFL!! ;)
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