Music shall keep you young...

Mind of an artist, heart of a child, Soul of a bird…
Flying away from normalcy at every instance,
Screaming for years to stop rolling..
Asking for time to stop for you,
So that you can glance back at childhood,
Promising yourself that you will never be old,
And that music will keep you young.
Creating vivid scenes in your mind…
As sound waves take over every brain wave.
And your heart creates a steady base line..
Master composer of not only your inner jute box,
But composer of your own life.
Grasping every moment, every minute,
Every emotion into your compositions.
Smiling at every outcome as if it was a melody of your inner child
And knowing no one can ever take that from you.
Strong Spirited, Unique and talented you are,
This makes you grow in wisdom but not in years.
Years remove life, but wisdom adds life, and talent adds fulfillment of that life.
Keeping that inner music flowing, will add years of tranquility,
Reflection and accomplishment.
This will keep you young and strong and wise….
And it will do the same for those around you.

Origin of Music?

This is something that Rudy and I discussed one day and I really felt like sharing it. Many historians stumble when asked the question, What is the origin of music? Many try to put a date as to when the fist song was composed or what the first instrument was. But as we all know, there is a creator and through him all has come to be. So when you think of a fetus in its mothers womb, the first thing it ever feels, is the rhythm of the mothers heart and the tone of the mothers voice. That is where our human inclination towards music begins. Once we are no longer in the mothers womb, we search for that rhythm, and thus find it through music. Music and rhythm is divine, and something that calls from within us. Isn't this such an awesome thing?

India

India…not a place I call home, but a place I admire. The beauty of its culture, intrigues me, and warms me. Its rhythms and dances feel like home to me…they move me and also soothe me. A country rich in color, hospitality, warmth and beauty. Its people embrace me, and admire me, as I admire them….Hospitality is their being…and they invite all into their culture. A “nomad” I am not, but an achiever I am… therefore I achieve to believe in what is different….and embrace the differences of this inviting culture. An over achiever of true cultural diversity…creates my desire to be a part of this place called “India”.

Earthly Love

As rain falls on a tin roof and the sunsets on the far side of the earth … I feel only one thing and its true Love for you… A calming breeze takes hold of my emotions and as far as the eagles infinite vision can see… that is how far my Love will go for you… The warmth in the sand and the shells in their beauty prove to be just the same as me; For there is warmth in my heart and beauty in my Love that can only be given to you…

Friends Like Poetry

You know I remember being a teenager and writing about all sorts of things, like feelings, emotions and day dreams. Writing about things that made me feel bad, sad, frustrated, but also writing about things that made me feel happy, excited, blessed and so much more. Writing to me is a tool, a tool that lets me express my self, even if I hide from the rest of the world and they cannot read my expressions, writing is my way of having someone to talk to. Sometimes we have friends in life that understand one facet about you. Having so many friends enables you to be your self 100% because each friend can relate to all of your different facets of life. Maybe when sad there is a friend who can listen. Maybe when you want to express your creativity there is a friend who is there to cheer you on. If you are looking to feel Jazzy and Fun, there’s always that friend that’s a step ahead of you on the dance floor. Even when you want to sit and drink hot tea and feel mature and responsible and peaceful – there will always be that friend that sits there the whole afternoon with you and continues to pour that tea over and over again – and she never feels like its time to leave. When I write, the paper is like a canvas of friends – only because I can express any facet of my life and truly be understood!