A Song of Laughter!

Who needs a laugh today?

You know how there can be songs that you haven’t heard for ages and then out of the blue it just pops in your head? Well that happened with this song and after watching it again I thought I would share it with all of you. It has been around for a number of years, so most likely some of you have heard it before, but I think its worth hearing again. If you haven’t heard it before you are in for a treat! You don’t have to be a Mom to enjoy this song, really!

 

What Hate Can Do!

This past Friday my heart broke as I heard the news about New Zealand and the awful tragedy that happened in a mosque there. Shots rang out bringing the lives of 49 innocent people to an abrupt end! 49 people in New Zealand sitting in a place of worship were gunned down in cold blood all because of hate. Why? Why do we hate so much?

My heart goes out to the family and friends of the victims. The loss of a loved one can be one of the hardest things anyone goes through in this life. When my brother died, it left a hole in my heart that will never be filled. He died at the young age of 23, due to a massive heart attack. We lost him suddenly, a horrible shock, but there is one thing that has resonated in my mind these past couple days. One thing that stands out to me about my brother’s death. My brother didn’t die because someone hated him and didn’t think he was worthy of living! My brother didn’t die because of the actions of someone else.

Its horrible enough to lose a love one, but I just can’t imagine the pain of losing him due to the hateful actions of someone else. I know many in this world have lost a loved one due to senseless violence and its just so heartrending to think about.

According to the news, the shooter that opened fire in the mosque was from Australia and he had one mission. He wanted to show those who were in the mosque that they weren’t safe anywhere!  He wanted to express his hate, and he did so in a tragic, deadly way!

Why, oh why, do we hate?

I think we can all agree for the “someday” to come that is sung about in the following song by Celtic Women. I hope you enjoy the song. I didn’t want this to be a totally dismal post. I hope this song can bring hope to your heart and help you to keep shining and doing your part to spread love!

 

 

 

 

 

 

Seeking Freedom

What would you do if you were on a boat, traveling far away from your homeland to a place where you have never been before? This isn’t no grand sightseeing adventure though. As the boat drifts away into the ocean and you see your homeland fade into the distance, your heart sighs. It feels a mixture of so many emotions, as you realize that you may never see your homeland again.

This isn’t from a fictional tale in a book, its from a true story. A story that happened many years ago! The fact that its from a true story makes it all the more heartbreaking.  Its a true story about a large group of Jews right before WW2  broke out. Its a story of doing all that you can to try to survive. A story where more than 900 brave Jews got on the S.S. St.Louis ocean liner  to escape concentration camps and to flee to a Cuba, where they planned on finding refuge.

I did not read the book, but I watched the movie. It is called ,”Voyage of the Dammed”, it was recommended to me by my friend Colin. He has great knowledge about music, movies, and the list goes on. 🙂

The movie was powerful as I tried to relate to how those passengers must have felt. To be forced to flee your homeland because of nothing more than just being who you are! I just can’t imagine. That time in history was such a horribly tragic time.

I don’t want to give the movie away about what happens so I am not going to say more about it. I do believe your heart will be very touched if you choose to watch it.

After watching it I was sadly thinking about how prejudice against race, faith, sexual orientation, etc. continues today. I know I did a post not that long ago on racism and now here is another one. I feel that right now in these times, we need to hear the message all we can! My heart wonders why we haven’t we learned from our tragic past??

Our Country can’t continue becoming more and more divided and this goes beyond our Country, prejudice is sadly all around the world.

All we can do is keep spreading the message that we all have something to contribute to this world and when we accept each other for who we are, it really can be a Wonderful World!

 

 

Make A Difference!

After last night’s more serious post, there was a song that came to my mind, that I wanted to share with all of you. I can’t help but smile when I listen to this song and watch the video. I think it spreads a great message! It is a song by Chris De Burgh, I have really been enjoying his music thanks to a friend who brought his music to my attention.

The song is called “Read My Name”. It’s talking about making a difference in the world and how every child is special! Its not your color, or your background that makes you special, its just YOU simply being YOU! There  is no one else exactly like you and that is  something to celebrate. We may not all end up making big names for ourselves, becoming famous and known world wide, but there is still so much difference that we can make in the lives of others! We can make a difference every day just by spreading kindness, joy and love!  I love the smiles in the faces of these children on this video clip,  you can feel their joy for life.

Why as adults does it seem that the unbridled joy we had when we were young becomes more contained? More pushed down inside of us. We get weighed down with problems and forget how we still have an inner child that wants let out. An inner child that has unbridled joy and wants to let it go and make others smile!  We still need to keep our candle burning and let our light shine, lighting up the darkness!

Let the joy spread in your heart today, let it be contagious!

I hope you enjoy this song. I was introduced to Chris De Burgh’s music by a friend and I am so glad that I was, for I have been enjoying his music very much!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The Lost Symphony

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“The Sonata” by Frederick Childe Hassam (Pinterest)

 

The Lost Symphony

Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart is  a name known by many and held in high esteem. He was a very gifted musician and composer. While many know his name and recognize his music, how many are familiar with the name Marianne Mozart?  Does that name strike a bell? She was Mozart’s sister and was also known by her nickname “Nannerl”.

Marianne was taught to play the harpsichord when she was 7 years old. Wolfgang watched her and started learning when he was 3 years old.  As they grew, their family started traveling around Europe. Their father, Leopold would arrange concerts for Wolfgang and Marianne to perform at. They often performed in front of royalty.

I have been reading a book about Marianne’s life and its been interesting, for I had never heard that Mozart had a talented sister as well. She was praised by the Queen and her and Wolfgang were both presented with fine gifts from her in appreciation for their performance.

What makes Marianne’s story bittersweet is that while Mozart went on to continue composing music and playing his symphony’s around the world, Marianne  had to stop. The following is a small excerpt taken from Wikipedia.

“However, given the views of her parents, prevalent in her society at the time, it became impossible as she grew older for her to continue her career any further. According to New Grove, “from 1769 onwards she was no longer permitted to show her artistic talent on travels with her brother, as she had reached a marriageable age.”[1] Wolfgang went on during the 1770s to many artistic triumphs while traveling in Italy with Leopold, but Marianne stayed at home in Salzburg with her mother.”

Reading her story makes me wonder how things would be if Wolfgang and Marianne had been born in today’s times.  Would Marianne have grown to become as famous as Wolfgang if she would have been allowed to continue pursuing music instead of having to pursue marriage?

There was much written correspondence exchanged between Wolfgang and Marianne while Wolfgang traveled and the letters were saved.  In the letters Wolfgang talks about compositions that Marianne composed. There was even more letters exchanged between their Father and Mother while they were apart. No mention though was found about Marianne’s compositions in those letters and compositions by Marianne were never found.

Who knows, are they out there floating around somewhere, lost?

 

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I was listening to this as I wrote. 🙂

 

 

 

 

A Special Day

Yesterday was July 11th, which if you remember reading in my posts, I had mentioned about being anxious for it to come.  Anxious because my husband had planned a surprise for me that evening. I will hold you all in suspense no longer, but first I want to say how yesterday started.

I had to run our dog to the groomer and I thought on the way back from dropping her off that I would stop at the store quickly to pick up a few items. Well I could only find one of the things that I wanted, but that was okay.  I was smiling for I knew that evening was coming.

I greeted the cashier, she rang me up and I opened my wallet to pay and … I could not find my card. Most of the time this would not be a problem, for the item that I was buying was small, not more than $5. I don’t carry a lot of cash around, but I do usually keep a little on hand, except for this time. I had plenty of pennies and dimes and nickels, but no cash and I still couldn’t find my card.

While I was looking in my purse, for I knew it had to be there, an older lady behind me reached over me and paid the cashier. Shocked, I quickly turned to the lady and thanked her for being so kind. I was just going to put the item back, I told her she didn’t need to do that, but she insisted. She said it was her good deed for the day and for me just to “pay it forward”.  I assured her that I would as I thanked her again, and I felt humbled. Humbled at the fact that she didn’t hesitate to pay for me. How many times have I seen people in front of me digging for  money to pay a cashier? Did I ever think to reach down into my wallet and pay the cashier for them? I am going to be keeping my eyes more open now.

Now fast forward to the evening. My husband and I both love music, he has a huge CD collection and my musical tastes have definitely been expanded since meeting him. He took me to a concert that he had heard about coming to our area. Somehow I missed hearing about it, which he was glad about.

We both love Celtic music. The concert was by Colm Keegan and Laura Durrant. Colm used to tour with the group “Celtic Thunder”, and Laura was the cellist for them.  In the past few years they left the group and now travel around performing together.

It was a lovely, relaxing time. What added a special touch to the evening was that the concert was at the same Bed and Breakfast Inn that we had spent our wedding night at. Did I mention that my husband was romantic?

The crowd was small, we pretty much had front row seats and it was a nice casual time of them sharing about their lives and them performing.

I had trouble deciding what video clip to include in this post, but I hope you like the following one. Have a beautiful day and remember “pay it forward” whenever you get the chance. Kindness makes the world go round and it also fills the heart with beautiful music.

 

Sharing Your Story….

We all have a story to tell,  and isn’t that what blogging is all about.  Letting your story out.  Recently I read some emotional posts by bloggers who are struggling with hard things and my heart went out to them.  Blogging is so many things,  but one of the most important things is how it gives you a chance to share your story.  A chance to be honest and to tell about the good, the bad and the ugly!

In the early stages of my  blogging I was walking towards a black tunnel.  I had just started walking towards it.  I had seen it in the distance and was trying to deny that I really was going to have to walk through it.  I wrote in a safe way for me at the time.  I couldn’t admit to myself what was happening, much less admit it to the blogging world.  A new world that I had become part of.

I may not have been spelling out my story in detail, not sharing the journey I was walking, but the writing was helping me to cope.   It was helping me to come to grips with what was really happening.   It was helping me to have an outlet for my pain and confusion,  and helping to show me how my gift of writing brought healing to my heart.

As days, weeks, months and time went by I felt the magic of blogging in my heart.  Not only was it an outlet for my pain.  Not only did it help me become bolder and with gentle nudges help me to honestly share my story.  It helped me to let my heart bleed as the words came pouring out.  It also helped fill my heart with rewarding  JOY!

Blogging has stretched me and has taught me.

Sharing the hard stories is something I don’t regret.  I don’t regret the fun ones either, for humor is great medicine for the heart and humor will always have a place on my blog.

Why am I writing this?  What moved me tonight?  Was it the other posts I read?  The tragic, but inspiring story that I saw on TV.  Is it because its the end of the year and my heart is pondering all of the strong emotions I have been through this year.

How it has been a time of hurting and of  healing,  a time of  forgiveness and of  letting go.  A time of moving forward.  It has been a journey that many of you have walked with me through.  A story that you all became part of in your own ways and how you have touched me.

I also was thinking of the stories that have been shared with me.  How I have been privileged to be able to walk with some of you through some of  your heartfelt stories.

My mind was dwelling on all of those things,  as I was sitting in the peacefulness of my Christmas lights.  Then I started listening to songs on the computer.  I just let the computer play whatever song popped up.  A special song popped up and my heart was stirred with the need to write.

The song was a song that I first heard on my friend’s blog when they shared it in a blog post awhile back.   It struck a chord in my heart when I heard it.  There was something about the intensity that the vocalist put behind her powerful words that touched my heart deeply.

I think we all can identify with the song lyrics.   It has to do with relationships and sharing your story.   Not just about the romantic relationships,  but I believe it can pertain to all kinds of special relationships.  About being there for the other person as  they drop their mask and share their story.   May you be touched by the song,  whether this is your first time hearing it, or whether you have listened to it many times.

Most of all I hope you continue to share your stories!  In sharing our stories we never know who we may touch, who may very well need our words to help them breathe again. Our words may be the key in helping them  know that they are not alone.

Yes, I know I have said “Thank You” before,  but my heart is full.  Isn’t that what happens at the end of the year.  You get all sentimental about the past year.  Yes, I know it doesn’t take the end of the year for me to get sentimental.

I want to offer once again my  sincere thanks to all the ones that have listened to my stories, the ones who  have cried with me.  Whose tears I have felt mesh against my cheeks and the ones whose tears I have felt through their words!  The ones who made me smile and laugh with their humor,  even when it was raining in my heart.  The ones who kept the laughter coming and who continue too!   The ones who always have hugs to share, whether through a real embrace or once again through the magic of their words.

Happy New Year to all of you!  Wishes for a year that brings you many wonderful things and wishes to continue to grow closer as we share our stories.   I love how we can come together from all different parts of the world, and form such a caring community!  Share your story.  We are listening and we care.

 

 

The Little Things

Life is comprised of so many  special moments  and sometimes it can be the littlest things that make the heart swell!

My husband had mentioned awhile back for me to save a certain date on the calendar. He said that he was taking me out to celebrate.  I asked him what we were celebrating.  He smiled as he said, that I would have to just wait and see, but that the date held a lot of significance.

Well my curious mind went into overtime as I was wondering what was so significant about this date. I really had no clue!  As the time grew closer I got more curious but of course no clues were given.  Finally the day arrived.  Not only did I not know why the date of the day was so significant, I didn’t even know where we were going!

As we were driving down the road he took my hand and asked me if I  really had no clue of the significance of the date.   I said “Yes” and he was silent.  Then he said, “The reason for celebrating this very significant day is…”  and it went silent again.  Can you tell that my dear husband loves drawing out the suspense?   It went on like that for a little until finally he spoke words that reminded me again of why I love him so.  He said, ” As of today and so many hours (he gave the number of hours!) I have known you for exactly half of my life!”  I was without words!

We had a wonderful time at a outdoor Jazz concert and then went to a delicious Japanese restaurant.  Both of those things were great,  but what stuck in my mind as I went to bed that night was those simple words from his heart.  What will stay in my heart is how special he made me feel.

Making someone feel special doesn’t have to be about giving them something big and pricey.  So often it is more the words of love and appreciation spoke directly from the heart!