I am trying to do a Much Better Job of Listening to My Soul. I have stifled it for far too many years. The Stifling has resulted in everything from over-eating to under-eating to anxiety to an I-can't-put-my-finger-on-it sort of discontent at various times.
For months, I thought my soul was saying, "Baby."
But then, on a whim, Tim ordered a ukelele for me. I know roughly 4 chords, but the second my fingers hit those strings, a sense of peace and contentment fills my heart in a way I can't explain.
Perhaps it was my head- looking at the calendar- and realizing that the number of rings on my tree wasn't getting any shorter- that was saying, "Baby."
And all the while, my soul and my heart were shouting,
"Music. Make Music."
So, music is what we shall make.
Love and his name is Eddy Finn,
love this...and now I am inspired to paint a guitar. ;)
I love music and it is so special to one's soul! :-) found you through casey!
Thanks, Melissa! You SHOULD do it! My mother in law is a painter, and she has painted almost every one of my husband's guitars. It's something really special for him to have.
I wish I was a better artist- you're lucky to have that creative outlet! :)
Hi Elizabeth Ann! Loving your site and your recipes! The kit-kat bowl you posted looks AMAZING! :)
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