[because I’m cheap ^^^]
The point of musical creation is to relive the memory of when you were 4 years old and your mother sang a 60’s classic as she made pancakes or when you were 11 and saw the ocean for the first time or when you were 16 and flew 103mph in your dads Chevy so that while you are 20 and see her perfectly hued blue eyes for the first time and see the future of a lifetime in them you will realize that the point of a melody will cause an experience of pre-existence to when you are 26 and witness your baby boy being born or when you are 32 and lose everything but your family or when you are 42 and hold your mothers hand as she takes her last breath or when you are 57 and watch your son buy his own house or when you are 65 and give your granddaughter her first Christmas gift or when you are 70 and celebrated your birthday with your wife in the neighborhood park along side of your son and 3 grandchildren or when you are 85 and have to live without the most beautiful lover anyone in the world could have encountered or when you are 98 and finally realize the meaning of life was never to have gained the importance or prominence in the business world or to have had a 6 digit income or to have had an award given or channel 10 news interview broadcast about you, but rather to have left your name in the world in the form of a soul imprint with as little as a simple smile in a grocery store.Indeed, the deepest intent of the truest form in a musical piece will let you see a lifetime of memories while you are still 20 and have the next 78 years to help that old woman up the steps with her bread and milk, and give the little boy in line in front of you the extra $1.41 he needed to complete his purchase as he grasped for coins in his pockets and to backpack across your favorite countries with the blue eyed beauty you call yours and write notes to your mother while she is still loving you on this earth and choose to throw the Frisbee with your son instead of spend that extra hour in the office and to watch that sunset outside the window and to go to that midnight movie premier and to take that back road with the windows down and her hair flowing with an arm outstretched and to listen to the extraordinary sound that nature makes with a leaf rustle or bird chirp…that is the true creation of music.
It’s been years, but from a prompt by my best friend, here I am posting.
Life has fallen apart; turned sour, then sweet – now is a mixture of both. Trying to keep my head above water with two jobs, an ex in jail, and an upside down mortgaged house. But I’ve learned to start looking beyond the next two weeks in life.
Meet Dannel. The beautiful soul I couldn’t live without. She lifts me up, answers my 2am phone calls, and who one day shall co-own a cafe with me in Canada (big dreams, I know). She’s a sister and best friend – only best for you, my girl.
Today is my 18th birthday. And to celebrate, I went parasailing over the Gulf of Mexico. Despite my previous assumption, the noise of the wind is soundless up there (1200+/- feet up). I could actually hear myself think – the sad part is that’s the first time in a while I can honestly say that. Life is sweeping with business and constant noise. Take a moment each day, to have silence to just think.
“We sit silently and watch the world around us. This has taken a lifetime to learn. It seems only the old are able to sit next to one another and not say anything and still feel content. The young, brash and impatient, must always break the silence. It is a waste, for silence is pure. Silence is holy. It draws people together because only those who are comfortable with each other can sit without speaking. This is the great paradox.”
– Nicholas Sparks
At exactly midnight, my dad and I dove into the cold ocean; washing away the old with the salty tide and rising up with a triumphant yell. 2k15.
And even though it was only 40 something degrees out, we did it. It was like the world went silent for a moment and time slowed. I noticed the smallest details; the foam on the edge of the wave, the glistening reflection of the moon and stars on the water, a voice that soared within me as I screamed out in freedom. And I certainly don’t regret it. As we ran back up the beach for the condo, we were met by cheers from people all around. It was definitely a new year’s eve I will never forget.
Leave the past in the past and live for now. Claim it. Believe it.
Happy New Year. Let’s live brave & free.
(P.S. the picture above was suggested by my mom, taken by my dad, and edited by me…how many Smith’s does it take to post a picture? Apparently three.)
Oxygen; breathe it in and breathe it out. Take a moment and search your heart. Is it filled with glee and contentment? Or are there remnants of pique and vexation? Honestly, mine was of the latter. But I’m learning to be thankful that God allowed me to even be alive for another night and dawn. There really are no words to describe His faithfulness. He brought me through another year. And no matter what is going on, I will say, ‘it is well with my soul’.
has come and gone.
is back again.
joy and wise men.
I’m wishing you,
and all of yours,
a love that extends,
beyond the shores.”
Merry Christmas and God bless us, everyone.
Christmas time in paradise. I have friends here from living here before (and even two from a college that I go to in South Carolina). Aside from being sick the past 13 days (I’m serious), this has been a pretty good vacation. The ocean is so free – it goes this way and that without a care. It washes up treasures and hides secrets in it’s depths. Beach, you are my friend.
“Spirit lead me, where my trust is without borders. Let me walk upon the waters, wherever you would call me.”
– Hillsong United
Today, I went exploring with my dear friend. We got in the car with a tank of gas, a map, a full day, and with nothing but the open road before us. Did we know where we were going? No. We just let the wind blow us.
“Just you and I,
in the outdoor,
sharing a heart,
to just explore.
We follow the road,
and the yonder blue,
going on and on,
farther than we knew.
We aren’t afraid,
we aren’t alone,
we have each other,
we aren’t on our own.”
– kaylee sophīa
Exploring the wilderness is the best with you, Liss.