Melting time

>> Wednesday, July 27, 2011

Melting Time Pictures, Images and Photos

Lately I find myself in the search of constant knowledge. Reading, listening, watching, then ingesting it all and spitting out the seeds that don't feel right in my mind, heart or mouth. I suppose its a sign of growing up and gaining my own perspective. But in "growing up" comes other shocks of reality. Last week I endured the death of a high school friend. Quite a sudden and tragic loss. A friend, a woman my own age, who leaves behind a husband and two small boys. It struck me hard, not just her death, but the similarities of our lives. I felt the sorrow and pain her husband must be feeling. I felt the loss her close friends and loves ones felt. As I was driving alone the hour and a half to her wake, the time spent at the funeral home and the time alone driving home and there after, thoughts have buzzed my mind. It is somewhat easier to explain a death when one is sick or in an accident, but my mind was having a hard time wrapping itself around a loss so sudden. But as I longed for answers and struggled with my emotions, I was over come with joy and gratefulness. I hugged MY boys a little tighter. I kissed my husband a little longer and cuddled a little closer. I am grateful for my close friendships and the love that is shared. Life is too fragile and can be broken at any time. We all know that, but sometimes it takes a big break to realize it. It did for me.

Time is melting. Seeping between our fingers and onto the earth. And as I watch it drip, I smile for the drops are mixed with my tears of happiness.


Simple Pleasures

>> Monday, June 20, 2011

Remember when this was the coolest thing you could do?

Ahhh... the simplicity of a youthful summer.

Thats the kind of summer we are having so far!


Do you stop to hear the music?

>> Wednesday, June 15, 2011

I stumbled upon this interesting article here and it got me thinking. In Washington, DC Metro Station on a cold January morning in 2007. The man with a violin played six Bach pieces for about 45 minutes. During that time approx. 2 thousand people went through the station, most of them on their way to work. After 3 minutes a middle aged man noticed there was a musician playing. He slowed his pace and stopped for a few seconds and then hurried to meet his schedule. 4 minutes later: The violinist received his first dollar: a woman threw the money in the hat and, without stopping, continued to walk. 6 minutes went by: A young man leaned against the wall to listen to him, then looked at his watch and started to walk again. At 10 minutes: A 3-year old boy stopped but his mother tugged him along hurriedly. The kid stopped to look at the violinist again, but the mother pushed hard and the child continued to walk, turning his head all the time. This action was repeated by several other children.. Every parent, without exception, forced their children to move on quickly. At 45 minutes: The musician was playing continuously. Only 6 people stopped and listened for a short while. About 20 gave money but continued to walk at their normal pace. The man collected a total of $32. 1 hour hits and the man finished playing and silence took over. No one noticed. No one applauded, nor was there any recognition.

No one knew this, but the violinist was Joshua Bell, one of the greatest musicians in the world. He played one of the most intricate pieces ever written, with a violin worth $3.5 million dollars. Two days before, Joshua Bell sold out a theater in Boston where the seats averaged $100. This is a true story. Joshua Bell playing incognito in the metro station was organized by the Washington Post as part of a social experiment about perception, taste and people's priorities. (Again, the full article from the Washington Post can be found here.)

The questions raised in my mind:
*During an average day, at a normal hour, do we see the beauty of the moment?
*Do we stop to appreciate it?
*Do we recognize talent?
*What are my priorities? (What are your priorities?)
*Why have we made life so fast that we are always rushing?
*Maybe there is more to learn from children than we think.

After MUCH thought on this article, I've concluded: If we do not have a moment to stop and listen to one of the best musicians in the world, playing some of the finest music ever written, with one of the most beautiful instruments ever made...... How many other things are we missing?

I hope and pray that I am in a state of mind that if I were there, I would have stopped to listen and appreciate the moment and peace. I would have thrown money and smiled and let the music touch my soul for the rest of my day. It makes me sad that so many rushed on with out even noticing. It makes me deeply concerned that so many did that, and still do this. I do admit this story has made me thinking......a lot about myself, others and even about my day today. The hustling through the grocery store with two cranky, not wanting to be at the store boys. Then our trip to the library and sighing when they needed help on the computer. I reflected on our afternoon when we finally got home and how frustrated I got with them for not getting along. Did I stop to listen to the beauty of my children. Did I hear their music? No, I too was blinded but I willl stop tomorrow and thereafter to listen, to smile, to play and avert my attention to them. They are MY famous musicians, playing rare intruments, making amazing music.


"You Always Make Me Smile"

>> Monday, May 16, 2011

12 years ago this month I joined my soul mate in a little vegas style white chapel on Bragg Boulevard in NC where we eloped. We stood side by side, face to face, in a room with 3 strangers that served as witnesses. There we shared not only rings but tears, our vows, promises and the begining of our shared life.

Still after all this time, he "always makes me smile"


Turn the page

>> Sunday, May 15, 2011

Thoughts and feelings are habits
What we feel, we attract
What we imagine, we become


It was a chilly October evening last fall when a woman that doesn't even know me gave me a gift of words that still rings constant in my thoughts. She amazed me with insight and sparked
enthusiasm. I was told things about myself that she had know way of knowing. I was told to continue on my glorious journey and that the path I'm on is the right one. One of the many magical gifts I received that night was the affirming knowledge that I know who I am and I know where I'm going.

I have been quiet lately. I have been still. The words pouring forth in my mind and chapters of my life being written in thoughts and private journals. I was scared to write. I had let my inner ego (see Eckart Tolle) take over. I didn't want to let anyone in my sacred space. I didn't want the confusion, and second guessing and falsehood that others brought. I didn't want their negativity to bring pessimistic thoughts to me. I refused to have myself plagued by them. However, through meditation, realized my fear was a lesson. Fear is ego and I have worked hard to find a place of love, stillness and simplicity and I needed to let go of the fear. So over the past few months, I have learned to trust the knowledge of knowing who I am. Those that come to my concert may not like the music I play. They may be judgemental and ugly but those are their thoughts and I can choose to not let the thoughts into my being. My music is beautiful to me and to those that I love and who love me.

So starting today, I am back. I must write. I need to share. This blog is me and in reviewing the past entries, I've noticed the change that has happened in my life.
I see the transformation and enlightenment and it makes me smile.
The thought of tomorrow's entry makes me smile.
Maybe it will make you smile too.


A review of our Peace

>> Monday, January 3, 2011

A look at our family time, our quiet time, our peace.....our Christmas

The house is a different quiet now. Alarms set and went off. Backpacks packed. Lunches made. Breakfast ate. Kisses, hugs, and c-ya later I love yous. Schedules aligned.

Our uncomplicated simplicity


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