Music To My Ears

Music To My Ears

Music has played a huge part in my life. My life has been a soundtrack of sounds and songs that center me, inspire me, and touch me. When something is music to my ears it makes me smile deep in my bones, it reminds me of dear moments, and it allows life’s noise to fade. It is a music of the heart. It slows things down to the point where my pulse rests and breathing eases. It is a music of the mind. It provides comfort in times of confusion, doubt, and fear. It is a music of awareness and presence. It is the music of home. It makes things makes sense.

A Handful Of Things Are Music To My Ears

A cat’s purr, cello, morning roosters, crashing waves, barge horns, steamboat calliopes, my Grandfather’s lullabies, and favorite hymns. Show tunes, Reggae, voicemail from loved ones, birds, crickets, frogs, and trains. Children’s laughter, voices raised in protest, my fingers striking my keyboard, Christmas carols, church bells, chimes, and pipe organs.

Music Saves

When I listen to Yo Yo Ma, Glen Gould, Carole King, or India Arie, or James Taylor, or Aretha Franklin. When I listen to nature. When I dance. When I sing. When I run. When I pray. When I hear children laugh. When I hear wind in Palm fronds. When I hear the sound of whales.

Keep Music Close

Make a list of the music to your ears. What would it include? Would it include particular artists or instruments? Would it be more about your yesterdays or your tomorrows? Would it evoke memories of particular people, places, and times? Would it be joyful, sorrowful, hopeful, angry, or blissful? Would it serve a particular purpose, like motivation, relaxation, or expression? Would nature play a part? Would seasons and milestone play a role? Pay attention to the music to your ears.