Tuesday, September 27, 2011
Tuesday, September 20, 2011
Needless to say, I should not be held responsible for words typed passed 10:05
So I'm going to forget my own words and rely on someone else :
This little blip caught my attention on the radio on the way home from work. Much needed encouragement & a lesson in confidence. Perhaps that's not something you struggle with today, but I feel certain that at some point in our lives we all question whether we are "enough" in some capacity or another. I know I certainly do every day and feel as if I could have always done more. . .So much so that by 10:05 I simply feel spent and need to read rather than write, or soak in someone else's words & encouragement. I hope that this video touches you in the same way it touched me
much love and confidence,
Monday, September 19, 2011
Goodness if Music doesn't take you back or forward or somewhere in between, then I don't think we can be friends. I say this with confidence, because I am fairly certain that music takes just about everyone to a certain spot in their lives.
A Musical History by Emily H. Nelson
-I was raised on slow and easy listening stations, as well as the good old oldies. My daddy sang "I wanna hold your hand" at me everytime we were together, "My Girl," etc…he still does.
-My mom is the type who typically asks, have you heard this song and then starts singing it, not a few lines, but like the whole thing. She also could probably think of a song for every sentence you say to her. She will burst into song. It's not unusual. Whether its recent favorites like Jar of Hearts or a Stevie Wonder song, she's coming at you no notes barred. She has a beautiful voice.
-Toni Bennett makes me cry, as well as Christmas music favorites like Andy Williams and don't even GET me started on Perry Como. Oh Perry Como. Melts. My. Heart. And makes me cry and then laugh and then want some serious hot chocolate.
-In highschool I kind of listened to whatever was burned to me. Lucky for me I had lots of wonderful friends with lots of wonderful music tastes. A good harmony would get me in choir. There were songs we sang like the Hallelujah chorus that would literally give me chills. Or singing in the rotunda…okay I will stop, getting slightly dorky. Or riding home from school with a CD made by that SOS and knowing just knowing they picked that song just for you…which I'm sure wasn't always true but it made high-school that much more romantic.
-When Kurt and I met it was all country all the time. I remember listening to him sing Brad Paisley and *swooning* -- something about a good old country song that will get you everytime. I remember we would ride in the car and he didn't seem to mind me belting out my favorite songs, and he certainly wasn't shy about it either. We would ride down Highway 6 and back, just to listen.
-Going through my ipod today, I realized that my "most played" playlist was identical to that of my Baby Ballet CDS…uh oh. Looks like I need a music-makeover, or need to spend some time soaking in the tunes. I got on the treadmill and the WAKA WAKA song came on, its Shakira, don't judge…but I could literally not stand still. Obviously danced on the treadmill.
Sam Cooke is my Saturday obsession
"Darling you-ooo-ooo-send me"
There have been songs I have tried to forget, lots I can't remember exactly, and then some I hear in the car with friends and magically know every single word. What's your musical story? What musical memories will you never forget?
Music, oh I love you.
God broke the mold when he gave us music, didn't he?
Tuesday, September 13, 2011
These beautiful creatures have a heart the size of a VW Bug! Can you imagine that? This video reminded me of how much I love sea creatures, DOLPHINS especially. I used to have a dolphin collection of sorts that would have made my DDD friends proud.
Makes me feel so small and insignifcant, thankfully so. "I hope you still feel small when you stand beside the ocean!" Sing it Lee Ann!
Happy Tuesday Yall!
Sunday, September 11, 2011
the things i have worried over this week have included superficial concerns of many kinds, most of which have revolved around minor inconveniences of my every day life
not getting my coffee
running late to ballet
nearly running out of gas on the interstate
going grocery shopping every other day
"stress" (this is an abstract word i use when i don't really know what else to say)
not having something new to wear out to eat
and not getting 8 hrs of sleep
newsflash :: i am beyond blessed that my everyday concerns are comfort factors i have tricked myself into believing are required. reflecting on 9.11 i am incredibly thankful--
i am alive, life is so good, and above all GOD is in control and my all in all.
this week im challenging myself to live blessed, starbucks or no & to concentrate on things of eternal importance.
10 years later and it still brings me to tears, to my knees, but most of all it brings me back to focus, perspective.