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AS I GROW OLD

In honor of Father’s Day, I am sharing a brand new song, which I wrote last week. It is called, “With Me.”

With me, when I was born, with me as I mourn
With me in every song, with me to keep me strong
With me every day, with me in every way
With me and always near, you take away my fear
With me when I ache, with me as I awake
With me when I weep, your’re with me while I’m asleep
With me when I cry, with me when I die
Watching my life unfold, you’re with me, as I grow old . . . Continue reading

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IT ALL SEEMED SO REAL – PART 2

Yet even with joy, I still feel pain. I believe that experiencing pain is necessary and part of the full spectrum of being alive. I turn my pain into music and song lyrics; after that, my pain is diminished. Recently, when I have had to deal with the unrelenting stress of my parents’ decline, I simply listen to my music and then I am soaring. My passion for music has me dancing throughout my day, enraptured by the beautiful melodies that loop inside my mind whether I am physically listening or not. My music continues to lead me to magical places. Even my most painful songs allow for the heartache to actually flow out of me as I sing the lyrics and play my guitar. Continue reading

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MY LIFE BECAME CLEAR – PART 1

My life was silent and sad for decades. The beautiful music that fills my life with joy resulted from my clarity. I am so grateful for the gift I was given. That gift is my life. Continue reading

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YOU GAVE ME SO MUCH

As I drove to the hospital I accessed my magic elixir. I realized I had craved it so much. The music traveled to every part of my soul. I parked at the hospital and as I walked inside I began to float. Everything and everyone around me became part of “the musical of my life.” It was a story that was predictable and beautiful for me. The sad parts were part of my story and still filled with beauty. Continue reading

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