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I am Music

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Life has choices, you have freedom of choice, the heart has one rhythm, you have to listen carefully to find a beat that you dance best to…choose a song that makes your heart happy.

Music is a need, the genre’s are emotions…pouring from us like vines from a tree, reaching for others to share in the need.

Listen to every rain drop, it’s a song sent from heaven, the rain hitting the ground is each note being played by Angels. Hear your song, live your song.

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My hidden talents

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My hidden talents

Lately I have mastered the art
of silent tears and wordless crying,
Swallowing my pain before it can be seen.
My eyes don’t even get red if I do it right,
I have the exclusive ability to break down in a full room without anyone noticing.

I can fall apart right in front of an audience and still have a smile on my face. I have learned to to hide my emotions because it’s not what anyone wants to see or hear.

My heart is torn into a million pieces, but you will never know. You will only see me smile.

I have learned that my pain is completely mine, only for me to endure. You will never know how my soul cringes and yearns to shrivel up into the darkness.

I have learned that hiding this pain is the way the world will only accept me…pretending to be undamaged.

I have many hidden talents…

My best is pretending to be ok when all I want is to disappear.

last,
I can give the best I have
every time, to everyone,
and still my brain can convince me—
worthless.

Now that’s real talent…

Letting go…

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Letting go…

Breaking up is hard to do…We all have heard that before, I don’t think the actual act is hard to do, rather the letting go of all your hopes and dreams attached to the relationship…that’s the difficult part.  Our heads and our hearts are at a battle, and so you are constantly waivering, doubting, and pretty much caving in to your emotions.  

Staying strong is hard, going back to a comfort level easy, but then you just end up hurting worse, and others because of staying still.  We all have a breaking point, a line, whatever…but it’s that hunger to be loved, belong, needed that ruins us.  

Memories control us, good and bad, but when we are in a break up, our heart plays tricks on the mind, and our memories become more intense with a tinge of longing, aching if you will, for more of those memories. It amazes me that we don’t remember the bad things, lines crossed and our breaking points in those moments.  I think it’s because we have to train ourselves to focus on the current situation, the moment before us and not live in the hope of something that has yet to happen.  We all do it, and we are all guilty of  living in hope. 

So how do you let go?  I don’t know, I just know sometimes, you just have to. I miss what I was suppose to have, I miss what was promised, but most of all I miss feeling like I would never have to worry about “Letting Go.”

A letter to my Grandchildren

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To my beautiful grandchildren…

Our world is changing so fast and there are many things I wish for you…

I wish for you all the things that life teaches you…

I’d really like for you to know about hand-me-down clothes. I really wish for you to realize the pride and love in wearing those hand-me downs, and to honor the memories attached to them.

I hope you learn humility by being humiliated, and that you learn honesty by being cheated, and that you never feel you should retaliate because you feel wronged. I hope you learn the value in forgiveness and compassion.

I hope you learn to make your own bed and mow the lawn and wash the car. I want for you to build memories that will make you smile in times when you don’t want to.

And I really hope nobody gives you a brand new car when you are sixteen, I want for you to know that feeling of worth and pride by earning it for yourself!

I hope you get a black eye fighting for something you believe in. It shows you are willing to protect, project and prove that you have faith and strength.

I hope you have to share a bedroom with your younger brother or sister.

And it’s all right if you have to draw a line down the middle of the room, but when they want to crawl under the covers with you because they’re afraid, I hope you let them.

When you want to see a movie and your little brother or sister wants to tag along, I hope you’ll let them. You may not get the chance to be with them when you grow up, life changes our expectations of our future, do now what you think you can do then.

I hope you have to walk uphill to school with your friends and that you live in a town where you can do it safely.

On rainy days when you have to catch a ride, I hope you don’t ask your driver to drop you two blocks away so you won’t be seen riding with someone as uncool as your Mom.

If you want a slingshot, I hope your Dad teaches you how to make one instead of buying one.

I hope you learn to dig in the dirt and read books, lots of them. It is in books you will discover your hopes and dreams.

When you learn to use computers, I hope you also learn to add and subtract in your head.

I hope you get teased by your friends when you have your first crush, and when you talk back to your mother that you learn what ivory soap tastes like.

I hope that when you get angry with your Mom and Dad, you remember that it’s ok to feel the way you do, but never stay mad or hold grudges. Your parents will love you no matter what, just remember these are the people who have loved you since before you were here.

May you skin your knee climbing a mountain, get splinters in your hands from chopping wood and stick your tongue on a frozen flagpole.

I don’t care if you try a beer once, but I hope you don’t like it.

And if a friend tries to get you to do something that makes you feel funny inside, listen to that funny feeling, they are not your friend.

I sure hope you make time to sit on a porch with your grandparents and ask us about what your Mom and Dad were like growing up, and I hope you go fishing with your uncle, make cookies with your GG’s, and watch old movies with your Aunt.

These are just some of the things that I wish for you – tough times and disappointment, hard work and happiness.  These are the same things my Grandparents wished for me, I have learned, to appreciate life, all of these things must happen.

I wish for you all the things life teaches you, but most of all…

I wish for you to know how much you are loved!

My Path

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My Path

A letter to my Family and Friends, who ever you consider yourselves to be…

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No Regrets

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I don’t regret anything about my past, nor do I think any thing I did and with whom was a waste of time…I am grateful for every single moment, because each second, minute, hour and day has made me who I am today!  My Path was created by me, carved by my own foot steps, like a river carves it’s pathway cutting thru a mountain, it never turns back, or regrets, it just keeps moving forward!

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