I think I was one of the fortunate ones in high school because I had the best choral experience in the world. The songs I learned then still play in my mind when that hidden part of my brain or ether is pricked with a note or phrase that sends out a hammer that strikes a cord that starts the flow of music that soothes my soul and "this is the house that Jack built." Music is a most wonderful thing, and beautiful music, which is in the ears and heart of the listener just as "beauty is in the eye of the beholder," is a gift created by God from the very beginnings of time in the lapping of waters covering a vast new planet, in the whistle of winds dancing across the seas, in the songs of wild creatures beating rhythms with their hooves, in the trill of birds flying in the air, and finally, in the vocal cords of man hunting in the woods mimicking food about to be tagged and the rocking metronome of a mother sitting in a make shift hut awaiting her mates return humming to her new born child. Tonight, in my mental music box, I am singing "If Ever I Would Leave You." What warmth! Thank you Mr. Wade where ever you may be, you still make me sing.
...or could I leave you running merrily through the snow?
...oh no not in spring time.
No never could I leave you at all.
...in the shadow of your wings, I sing for joy.
Psalms 63:7
Peace. Love, Linda
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