That gentle calm you experience listening to good old music and re-reading some lines from a book of poems. I’ve often blogged about books and music together. They go hand in hand when I want to just relax my mind from the topsy-turvy world of the living. Believe me, there are moments when you just want to listen to the soothing music of yesteryears – be they be instrumental, ballads, slow rock , mellow touch, it doesn’t matter much as long as I could divert my attention for a while but of course it is better when you listen to old-time favorites. There are times when singing along is the best way to do it or otherwise I let the music flow from one end to the next.
Ah, Rod McKuen.
You may not be familiar with the man but he was so popular back in the 70’s. Years ago, I found two of his books (Alone and Seasons In the Sun) that I treasure until now. He was an American singer-songwriter, musician, poet. His words (he wrote about solitude, spirituality, love) sometimes make me cry.
“It’s nice sometimes to open up the heart a little and let some hurt come in. It proves you’re still alive.”
“Eternity sneaks in her arms full of wild promises.”
“No speeches have been written for us and so we never speak.
But still they move in front of me.
What common language could we know
What words of sensibility are left?”
One other small volume that I keep re-reading is Gift From The Sea by Anne Morrow Lindbergh. Finding words of wisdom , the profound need sometimes to be alone and reacquaint and listen to your inner voice, the voice that you sometimes hear but refuse to understand.
“Don’t wish me happiness I don’t expect to be happy all the time… It’s gotten beyond that somehow. Wish me courage and strength and a sense of humor. I will need them all.”
“The sea does not reward those who are too anxious, too greedy, or too impatient. To dig for treasures shows not only impatience and greed, but lack of faith. Patience, patience, patience, is what the sea teaches. Patience and faith. One should lie empty, open, choiceless as a beach—waiting for a gift from the sea.”
“I must write it all out, at any cost. Writing is thinking. It is more than living, for it is being conscious of living.”
The innermost pain is most felt without crying, it’s the pain that comes from the heart. You feel alone but the soothing music lifts you up and those lovely words make you smile.
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