THE SIGHT, SOUNDS and TOUCH OF MUSIC

 Music washes away from the soul

the dust of everyday life.

~Berthold Auerbach

There's music in the sighing of a reed;
There's music in the gushing of a rill;
There's music in all things, if men had ears:
Their earth is but an echo of the spheres.
~Lord Byron

Music is what feelings sound like.

~Author Unknown

A painter paints pictures on canvas.  But musicians paint their pictures on silence.  

~Leopold Stokowski

Take a music bath once or twice a week for a few seasons.  You will find it is to the soul what a water bath is to the body.  

                                                           ~Oliver Wendell Holmes

                                         He who sings scares away his woes.  ~Cervantes

Is there spirit in music?

Does music touch your soul?

PEARLS, BEADS, LACE and SWIRLIES

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I promise to Love you forever...   every single day of forever.

Ecru Satin, flowing lengths of lace, strings of beads, crystals, tulle and little flowers in pastel colors, lay in a gown box on Momma's cutting table.  

My mind swiftly goes to the wedding four months away.  The hopeless romantic heart in me, sings with merry notes because I have been a constant companion to the bride-to-be, just like a little attendant.

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It was such a great delight for me, even though I was 5 years her junior.  Some of her courtship secrets were shared together in fun and carefree spirits.  She is my eldest step-sister. 

I was always around her in so many things she loved doing like baking.  Trying very hard to show interest in her instructions, I hippety-hop and skitter around our large kitchen.  Almost always, I end up happily washing the pots and pans, which of course, I can do perfectly. 

This was going to be her moment of glory, as every girl dreams of, to glide down the aile in finery, love light in her eyes, in the arms of her parents, and right there at the altar, stands,

10 MINUTE WRITING BURST-MISTY

NOTE:  I want you to know that this is semi-fiction.  I was just writing this as an exercise.  I am now reading through some creative writing tips online.   

One thing is certain though, this one is so me. 

In my notepad, I wrote without editing.  Therefore, this version is now edited (as best I could being a baby creative wanna-be).

Perhaps, as I go on, I will make my Fridays' post a creative writing burst Friday.  Who knows, I could improve with practice.  Oh no, I am not wishing to be a commissioned published writer.

Thanks for coming to my first 10 Minute Writing Burst entitled Misty.

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The frost in my heart mingles with the whizzing of the wiper on the windshield.  We are driving through the downpour in cosmopolitan afternoon.

MY HEART IS YOUR HOME

 

I LOVE THIS LINE FROM THE SONG,

GRUMPY, ME AND COMPANY

CORAL REEF BEACH RESORT (CLICK TO ENLARGE)

Slippers gather grit and are accommodated into the borrowed car as the family tiredly piles inside for the homeward trip.


Burnt offerings have been collected with little negotiations just to make them get out of the water,  then toweled dry and bundled into fresh clothes.

The youngest grandson, David Nigel, seven shades of brown now, is peacefully sleeping in my arms, all in a jiffy before we even got out of the gates.  Silence generally takes over the throne, perhaps due to the spent up day or for another reason which is the theme of this outing story.

It is just amazing how they come alive in the water so much like fishes long been deprived.  Yet when it's time to fish them out of the soaking, it is such a struggle, and once out on dry land, they immediately start to welt down like they really are water dwellers with gills and scales.

I am talking about the grand kids.  They really are adorable and they could