i LOVE music. it can bring me out of a stuck state of mind like nothing else. bring me out of myself. or back to myself. help me feel alive. help me remember. so therapeutic.
the other night, i couldn't sleep, and i ended up staying up revising my playlist here on my blog. it was so fun! i added lots of songs i've newly discovered and love.
it amazes me how people can still make new songs. that there seems to be an endless well full of new sounds and emotions to express.
it feels as though as long as humans continue to exist on this earth, there will always be new music...
Music was my refuge. I could crawl into the space between the notes and curl my back to loneliness. ~Maya Angelou
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I could not live without music, it is what always makes me feel better, take a break or just shift the mood for myself and like you I marvel at the fact that new music is forever created...thank you for this most brilliant reminder.
namaste.
good evening gabriella moonlight~ thank you for sharing about your love of music as well. i'm so glad for you that you have that in your life too. that you experience that amazement and therapeutic value. wishing you well :)
Music can be my voice when I can't find the words...
Have you read Karl Paulnack's Welcome Address to the Boston Conservatory? I was sent the link awhile ago, and one paragraph stood out for me -
Given what we have since learned about life in the Nazi camps, why would anyone in his right mind waste time and energy writing or playing music? There was barely enough energy on a good day to find food and water, to avoid a beating, to stay warm, to escape torture—why would anyone bother with music? And yet—even from the concentration camps, we have poetry, we have music, we have visual art; it wasn't just this one fanatic Messiaen; many, many people created art. Why? Well, in a place where people are only focused on survival, on the bare necessities, the obvious conclusion is that art must be, somehow, essential for life. The camps were without money, without hope, without commerce, without recreation, without basic respect, but they were not without art. Art is part of survival; art is part of the human spirit, an unquenchable expression of who we are. Art is one of the ways in which we say, "I am alive, and my life has meaning."
Life has meaning... even if it's painful in the moment, there is meaning. Music helps us with that. It gives us hope and a connection to others.
I love the song at the end of the post :)
Take care,
CG
oh wow, castor, i've never heard that before. i'm reading a book called "sarah's key" that tells of a rather unknown population that were victims in the holocaust. so this is already on my mind. thank you so much for sharing this with me. it's so wonderful. sending warm wishes your way~~~
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