We are under a severe thunderstorm warning. Somewhere in the far distance I can hear the beginning rumbles of thunder. I live in a large county, so when we have a warning I don’t always take it too seriously. We had one yesterday and other than it getting dark and windy for a few minutes, it blew right past and we never saw a drop, let alone any thunder or lightening. Still, it might be a good time for a brief posting this evening.
I spun the wheel and landed on Day 4, posted back on July 3, 2011. It was a posting about the impact that music has had in my life. I’m going to take that as a sign that tonight will be a good night to play my guitar and sing. So as the thunderstorms rev up I’m going to take a break from high tech electronics in favor of low tech musical instrument–if you can call a 12-string guitar low tech! I’ve posted pieces of this particular blog before. Feel free to pass on it if that’s the case. But after some of the more challenging subjects I’ve experienced and taken on in writing this week, a message about music as a salve for my soul is just the medicine I need. Perhaps it might be fore you as well. Enjoy, and be grateful!
This afternoon I had the opportunity to sit outside and enjoy the company of friends while listening to a singer-songwriter play her guitar and sing for a couple of hours. I thought about my own songwriting and the role that music has played in my life in the nearly 40 years since I first picked up my guitar.
When I was in high school in the early 70s, I wanted to be a writer–fiction mostly,but I also wrote poetry. It was frustrating to me that all my poetry rhymed. I grew up in an era when non-rhyming poetry was much more hip and cool than verse that rhymed. But no matter what I did my rhyming poetry was always way better than anything I ever came up with that didn’t have rhyme or a particular meter. I was quite dejected about this for quite some time. Then at age 15 I started playing the guitar and at one point it finally dawned on me that I wasn’t writing rhyming poetry–I was writing song lyrics!
Once I reached that realization, my life was literally no longer the same. My songwriting gave me a voice I’d never had before,a way to express feelings and fears, sadness and angst I would not have been able to express to another person. It allowed people to know me in a way that I was too shy to otherwise make myself known. I could offer my music as a personal gift to friends and family. It was something uniquely mine.
Music was a salve to my soul. When I was sad I could pour that sadness into my music and the sweet sounds that came from my guitar and singing gave voice to that sorrow. I could be angry, I could be lonely, I could be many things through music that I didn’t know how to be without it. And that emotion often reached out and touched the people who listened. There was an exchange of energy and spirit between me and the listener that was palpable to each of us. Music has that kind of power.
So today as I sit writing this I realize how grateful I am to have the gift of music in my life and I realize that it’s been far too long since I actively gave myself over to it. I think when I finish, I’ll get up and tune my guitar and refresh myself with a heart song. Nothing quite revives my spirit as when I connect to the divine through music.
