Music MUSIC music... magic... total joy... pulsing through every cell.
This week my body is full of life again...rediscovering powerful emotion...heart full ...swaying to the glory of Chopin's Nocturne No. 8 in D flat. Dancing my crazy personal dance around the studio, eyes closed...to Song of the Soul by Cris Williamson....raising my arms, "filled with the Spirit" as they say,...and indeed, I am. I can't imagine why I let music almost drop out of my life. I think it was after the big earthquake in Santa Monica...all my fabulous albums were ruined and the fine turntable destroyed. Now, more than a decade later, my favorite pieces of music, from classical to disco, play off my iPod through my rich, full Bose speakers....
Sometimes, as a kind of meditation, I listen to Barbara Striesand singing HOLY GROUND.
If I need to MOVE I play one of those wild big-beat disco tunes from the 70's...like NEVER CAN SAY GOODBYE, by Gloria Gaynor. Often I long for the soaring, deeply gorgeous, heartbreakingly beautiful sound of Dvorak's ROMANCE IN F MINOR, opus 11. I move with eyes closed, arms waving - pulling music from the artists like an inspired conductor. And how about Sarah Brightman's HOW FAIR IS THIS PLACE?
And SINGING is so fab! In my youth I sang all the time: solos, trios, choirs. My voice is scratchy and sort-of trembly now...but so what. With my head phones on I boldly sing along with Anne Murray and her great new DUETS album...Anne's voice is getting older too, but god, can she belt out those famous olde tunes, like MAY I HAVE THIS DANCE...(.that's a good one to dance & sing to). Or Eva Cassidy's SONGBIRD. I can't believe the gift of music...it fills my spirit with life. My whole family loves/loved music. It's in the genes.
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Here's a collage that reflects some of the ecstasy I find in music.
