Medicinal Music

I had a really good night last night. I went to see a concert and it awoke something in me that had been laying fast asleep. I had forgotten how much I enjoyed such things. I am a very technical person, especially when it comes to music. I love being able to hear every note played in it's perfection. Such is hard to do when watching a band live. The music sometimes gets drowned out by the screaming and whistling fans, the pyrotechnics, speaker location, distortion, seat location etc. However, having said that, there is something to be said for the sheer energy of thousands of screaming people singing along to the same song. Since I am an energy sponge, it can become somewhat overwhelming when one is soaking up such raw emotion. I almost felt under the influence, but knew that the only thing I was high on was the energy of the bands playing and the fans enjoying a night out experiencing a good old fashioned rock concert. It never ceases to amaze me how something such as a concert can invigorate a person's soul. I suppose that is why music is what it is; a universal language of emotions and experiences. Every song has a story to tell and the story can change depending on the person listening to it and how it relates to their own lives. As Brian May said once, and I am paraphrasing here, "music is like a conversation between the musician and the listener." I had many conversations last night. Some of them were about becoming recharged and restored, some made me remember certain events and times in my life and some made me appreciate the love of my husband and those close to me. There is a certain intimacy that steels over you when these conversations take place, like the music reaches in and strokes your very soul. I am really glad that I went last night and celebrated with thousands of other people, the little conversations we have all had with these songs and artists. There is so much healing to be found within the notes.
Namaste...and rock on!!!!!!!!!

I.O.U....A Mother's Day Thank You

Today is Mother's Day and I thought it very fitting to share a poem that was written by my mother for her mother. I hope you all enjoy it as it is very dear to me.

I.O.U

Dear Mum,

Today while I sat looking at some old bills, I came across a piece of paper which I had marked “To Mum, I owe you”

I owe you for being a physician to my body, my mind and my heart when reality seemed to be a mountain to high for my short amount of faith to climb.

I owe you for being my twenty-four hour a day teacher, teaching love and selflessness which would later serve as an amour for me.

Mum, I owe you for the bucketfuls of patience that you worked hard to acquire and administered in large and frequent doses, most often when I was convinced that I was the world’s biggest misfit.

I owe you for being a true and perfect representative of womanhood in its purest form in order that I may learn to discern quality in myself and learn not to judge a book by its cover.

I owe you for the loving, constant care dished out through measles, mumps, and yes; even tonsillitis, and I owe you for the faith and confidence that you have in your beliefs which kept you strong in spite of me and in order to serve me.

I owe you for the sacrifice of all your time and talents which you used faithfully and constantly on me.

For these and numberless things I will always owe you.

 And Mum, I know that no matter how long I hold on to this bill, if you could get your hands on it, you’d mark it “Paid In Full” and that’s because you are perfect and I just wanted to say thank you for my life and thank you for your life of continuous effort and sacrifice, for the high morals you gave us, for the dignity you gave us, and Mum, I love you. ~ Written by Margaret R. Davidson

Happy Mother's Day to you all and know that your sacrifices to your children do not go unappreciated.