Expression and Music

It’s true that music lifts your soul

A bit of a different post today, because of the mood I am in.

My life has changed recently. I’m no longer employed, doing a job that just ‘pays the bills’ and ‘ticking along’ and being what I now realise was actually unhappy.

I never thought I was a ‘Little Miss Susie Homemaker’ type. I would sneer and mock – I’m an independent feminist woman! Housework? Spending all day looking after babies and having dinner ready when the master comes home?! Hah! In fact my partner would probably have hysterics if my name & ‘Susie Homemaker’ were mentioned in the same sentence.

And yet… I am at home. Officially I am self-employed and running a business, though I’m still waiting for those paying customers. In the meantime, I’m at home with the not-quite little one, doing the school run, and keeping house. And you know what? I’m happy! (16 year old self shudders and turns away in horror). But I am, there’s no denying it. What I’m doing I’m doing for me and my family. I can choose how to spend my days… in relation to kiddies of course, but that still leaves a lot of scope. I’m not stressing about the school run, or the housework – because I have plenty of time in which to fit everything in. And I get to play with my kids, instead of feeling like I’m rushing around trying to do everything at once.

This happiness has resulted in me singing around the house more and listening to music. The tv has been turned off. I used to have the tv on pretty much all the time, not because I watched it, I’d just got used to it being ‘background’. We occasionally listened to music… but now… now it fills my soul. It’s an intrisic part of my happiness. And it is, I have discovered, absolutely true that music lifts your spirits – or if your spirits are already lifted, emphasises/enhances/complements said spirits.

I never really know what sort of music I am ‘into’. I’m an eclectic, and will listen to pretty much anything, but I’ve never really been a collector, or a specific fan of this person or that group.

But that is one group, and one song in particular that is ME, that lifts me immediately every time I hear it, and transports me back to the first time I heard it, live at a festival, just over 10 years ago now. This piece of music is everything to me: it gets into my very soul, sends shivers down my spine, makes my feet move and my brain tingle.

I don’t know how many people have heard of this band, maybe Australians have as that’s where they’re from – The Cat Empire. It is a mix of Jazz, a bit of reggae, and other stuff to that is just WOWee! I LOVE LOVE LOVE it. If I was to define myself by music, THIS would be it. I encourage you to listen to it – listen to the words as well as the music – as a poet, the words, to me, are just as important as the music, and I LOVE the message here!

“Our weapons were our instruments, made of timber & steel – we’ll never yield to conformity but stood like kings – in a chariot that’s riding on a record wheel…”

(oh, – be patient… the intro’s a little odd, but trust me, its worth waiting for!)

The Cat Empire – The Chariot – YouTube.

So there you go. That is me, as defined by music.

I haven’t listened to this song for months… but I put it in again the other day, fitting with my current uplifted mood. And nothing makes me happier!

Do you have a song/artist/group/band that you feels defines you?

A Child’s Wonder…

The Mystery of the world

The Mystery of the world

I created this picture for a facebook update,

But the story behind it I shall now relate:

That’s my boy, scampering carefree

Nothing but joy in him as you can see

Running off and running around,

No fear as he journeys in woodland abound.

My Running Wolf at the head of his pack

Experiencing, just experiencing, only that

As he touches each tree and tramps the ground

And laughs, looking at us, with eyes so round

Loving this freedom, this new discovery

Of life, of wonder of new things he can see.

When did we, these adult lives

Lose that wonder, that beauty of surprise?

When did we stop seeing Life all around

As nothing but a child’s Playground? 

 

When Children Bring Joy

 

My wonderful children

My wonderful children

 

Watching, observing, smiling
My daughter in joy dancing
My son grinning choo-chooing
Ballet and tap and Rainbows group
So in the moment a 5-year old’s cheery mood
Trains and cars and birdies and slides
A nearly two year old laughing, running by
And in those moments, then I realise
That their joy is mine, my happiness rising high
The bleakness, the stress, the anxiety forgotten
In those snapshots of children’s fun frolicking
They drive me crazy, I can snarl and snap
Running around doing ten things off the bat
But then I see them together in giggles
Brother and sister broom-brooming on the trike with pedals
And with abandon I laugh my heart full to bursting
I am a proud mother and I thank my children for turning
A dreary day into something much greater –
Learning how to play and let nothing, nothing else matter.

For Sophie & Devyn xx

The Joy of Beauty

Let me start by apologising for my absence. Several reasons have caused this, one being technical – we were without internet access for some days. Thankfully, as you can see, that issue is now resolved. I am in the process of catching up with my dear blogging friends – so i haven’t forgotten anyone, and Yes I am still here and active! I hope you enjoy the following piece – and as ever, Blessings be 🙂

The flowers stand half-dead, accusing me from their stand on the mantel-piece. The water is drained, their stems browned, their vibrant colours faded. Wilted and abandoned, they seem to say, you don’t care- you never cared, and you never will. The once red rose faces directly toward me, as if reaching, beseeching. Nothing left now, of its original beauty, only a visual sign that Ugliness comes all too quickly if we do not pay attention to Beauty: If we do not look after Her, care for Her, watch out for Her.

Yes, Ugliness so quickly, easily takes Her place – decay slides in as if to say, This is all, in the end. This, I, is what all shall come to. So what point in fussing, preening, pruning, trying maintaining, all for Beauty?  – When I will win, anyway? Like Death, ahnd in hand with death, I come. I always come.

But wait – see – the yellow flowers are not quite dead: their heads are up still, their solid, butter-coloured heads remain proud, undiminished by the rose defeated, next to them.

Yellow flowers of Gazania rigens

Yellow flowers of Gazania rigens (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Ah, to see their strength, pride and Beauty! THIS is why we do not give in to decay! Beauty is not just a transitory thing that is in the end lost – no, it is much more than that: Beauty GIVES us pride, a sense of joy and pleasure to look upon such a thing. And that sense of pleasure and joy can give us an inner strength. To feel good inside is to bolster one’s self in every way, including strength of mind, and strength of feeling. This, this is the reason why Beauty should be maintained for as long as possible. This is the reason why decay should be stayed, and not given into, not so easily sliding towards, with its promising whispers suggesting… decay is the Death of all things, it will not stop once it has started, it is jealous and will cling to anything it can get its dirty, dank, fetid claws on.

But Beauty – ah Beauty! – Is life. It reminds us- I am hard work – you must look after me most carefully if you want to get the absolute best out of me. Work diligently, and I will work for you – I will be a source of pride, joy, strength and reward.

Only that which must be worked for is worth having and worth keeping. Only that which requires effort, thought and attention is worth doing. And that which is done with quality, with love, with patient time…

Is Beautiful.

Bring Me Home

spring goddessThe domain of Compassion – encompassing all;
The domain of Hope – Always we wait in her hall.
The domain of Fear – can lead to the insane;
The domain of Relief – that leads back out again.
The domain of Rage – filled with anger and fury;
The domain of Peace – brimming with content, purely.
The domain of Love – her floor tiled Yin-Yang;
The domain of Loss – tears flowing in the sand.

Each Hall to be stepped into and through,
Each One to meet, greet, and confront you.
Each domain visited as we journey through life,
This path we all tread, a balance of joy and strife.
And so we laugh, and so we cry,
And so together we shall get by.
No domain do I fear for all hold a teaching wisdom:
With each passing one I find a deeper meaning.

Forward I travel knowing not what awaits,
You travel with me and so every trial I shall face
In courage, and knowing with pride
That the heart is strong and the soul abides
And should it falter and I lose my way,
Your hand in mine will my anxiety stay.
So I thank you, my love, and come sunshine or rain,
Together we boldly walk through each of Life’s domain.

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