Music is a woman....

So after my undesired and unintended hiatus from the blogosphere I finally have found some time and space to exhale. A recent experience lured me back into this exorcism of emotions through self-expression in a somewhat organized written fashion that I call a blog. On my drive to a store recently, I was listening to the guitar strings in Garth Brooks’ “Thunder Rolls” and in the same moment that had to be orchestrated by a higher power, a flock of what seemed like 2 dozen birds flew in this beautiful swirling pattern and in that moment my breath was completely taken away. I felt a sensory shift – the kind that I am almost certain is experienced by the use of illicit drugs only this time music and nature were my drugs. I realized then that music had to be a woman! At birth she stayed close with the rhythm and the beating of my heart. In my childhood she took my imagination to different heights like believing that one fine day I will sing from the depths of my heart to a huge audience- and she made sure I believed it! In teenage years she was the bookmark of the formative years- from teenage crushes through numerous heartbreaks she fanned each flame. In adulthood she’s served as one of the few that I can go to as an escape from reality. She is the time machine that takes me back to a much innocent time and space- when things seemed so much simpler. She’s been a spiritual guide through whom I am able to connect to a higher power through praise and worship. An even though I have not been able to sing in front of that big audience or found that “perfect” romance like in the Mills and Boons and Harlequin books, I am thankful that she’s stayed with me through it all and always will. Here’s wishing you joyful notes and hoping that you embrace life fully poco a poco 