I’ve often wondered what I’ve spent my life doing before I found melodies, and song strumming. When I imagine those days, I imagine a girl without wings – or teeth. I did not take flight – the way I do now. I did not chew my food – the way I do now.
I blame the years of empty fingers on my poetry.
I suppose, I left the grandmother gifted guitar in the stand, because I figured my poetry was enough. And truly, my poetry is enough, sometimes. Penning words will always be my favorite pastime. But music, music is something else. Written poetry is the evocation of my own feelings and sounds. Where as, Music creates a fabric – a gently sewn masterpiece of not only sounds, but of poems, and paintings, and story telling….. A collaboration of all things beautiful.
Today, I wear my heart shaped socks to celebrate my love for living.