
Try to Remember
I hope you are as gleeful as I am when you happen upon a new word. I love finding new words to enrich my vocabulary and which provide a fresh way to say something. Try to remember the last time you learned a new word.
I hope you are as gleeful as I am when you happen upon a new word. I love finding new words to enrich my vocabulary and which provide a fresh way to say something. Try to remember the last time you learned a new word.
It has been hard to enjoy spring this year. Covid is still with us. The brutal attack on Ukraine brings a sense of sadness and horror dampening thoughts for world harmony. Pictures of families torn apart are heartbreaking. Seeing towns with buildings destroyed is hideous. This is such a waste. Do I still hope for the promise of spring?
Is imperfection a gift? Imperfection hardly seems like a gift. In fact, it seems undesirable. Something must be flawed if it is not perfect. But is that true?
In my previous blog I describe growing up in the sixties. I was too young to understand most of the significance of the Sixties’ societal issues. Even so, cultural shifts, social unrest, and political turbulence unfolded (sometimes exploded) around me.
I just had a birthday . . . the one that officially signifies that I am old! At the ripe age of sixty-five, I don’t feel old mentally as I still have much I want to accomplish. However, it does make one stop and ponder the past and what influences made you who you are. I am a child of the sixties―the decade of peace and love.
Nothing compares to being in love. In the previous blog I shared my Top Ten Favorite Love Songs—plus honorable mentions and favorites from The Great American Songbook. I also mentioned that in songwriting classes we are urged to find new and different ways to write love songs. We are told to never use the words sun, moon, or stars and to never use the phrase “heart and soul.”
Music has a way of speaking right to the heart. And, most especially, love songs express what we can’t say with mere words. I want to share my Top Ten Favorite Love Songs—just in time for Valentine’s Day!
The world right now is not what I would wish it to be. I will be the first to admit that the last two years have been challenging, scary, disheartening, and maddening. Yet, I am alive. I have survived and endured. I hope for a better future and am glad to say, “Welcome!”to the new year.
We need a little Christmas. It is a season of joy, laughter, and hope. Christmas brings out the child in us and gives us permission to show love and gratitude through gift giving. We party with family and friends. We adorn our houses and yards with trees, lights, and all kinds of decorations . . . and many are humorous or whimsical.
I have many nostalgic Thanksgiving memories. When I was a child, I always watched the Macy’s Thanksgiving Day Parade on TV. Daddy would go out and mow over all the leaves in our yard and then come back in and fall asleep in his chair. Mother stayed busy in the kitchen cooking our Thanksgiving dinner . . . which was always eaten in the middle of the day.
I am a composer, singer-songwriter, church musician, and writer.
I share my compositions, songs, stories, and essays — as well as tidbits and trivia about all kinds of music.
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