Lovendures,
This is beautiful. Thank you for sharing.
Lovendures, lovely, haunting. Resonates. Thank you.
I’m really enjoying everyone's contributions to this forum. My higher angels speak to me often through music. Aaron Copeland’s powerful and uplifting “Appalachian Springs” (which I was fortunate to see Copeland perform live, 40 years ago), anything by the Rolling Stones, Marvin Gaye’s soulful and timely “What’s Going On,” Leonard Bernstein’s “Hallelujah,” and other artists too numerous to mention have soothed and consoled, inspired, and energized me throughout my life. So it’s fitting that music would again play a part during this holiday season, especially since I’ve been feeling old, anxious and sad.
Yesterday I had a doctor’s appointment and afterwards, still feeling blue, decided to take myself out to lunch to one of my favorite restaurants. The place was packed and loud with holiday lunch goers, so I couldn’t hear what music was playing – until I went into the ladies’ room. As I entered one of the stalls and situated myself, I began hearing Rare Earth’s 1970’s “I Just Want to Celebrate” – and then was surprised by another voice emanating from an occupied stall, happily singing along. I laughed and joined in, singing,
I just want to celebrate another day of living, I just want to celebrate another day of life …
We exited our stalls at the same time, as we both continued
Well I can’t be bothered with sorrow, and I can’t be bothered with hate, no no, I’m using up the time by feeling fine, every day…
We then turned to each other and burst out laughing! Here was a kindred spirit, a woman of my generation who could share with me that moment in history, when life was tumultuous but hope was alive. We got through it then, and we can get through it now. To quote Rare Earth:
Don't let it all get you down, no, no … don't let it turn you around and around and around …
And to think this all transpired in a ladies restroom. Some of my higher angels clearly have a sense of humor.
Thanks to all of you for being there and sharing so much of yourselves. May your 2019 be a daily celebration of life!
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=K9aCAneCSPg
Dee-too, you made my day with your Ladies restroom story. I'm pumped now. And love Celebrate.
Doc, loved Love Alive. Subtle at first then explosive. Loved it.
Jeanne - I'm happy that my story made your day. Messages sometimes come to us in the strangest ways.
Doc - yes! I love Heart and "Love Alive". I had forgotten about that song. It sends chills down my spine every time. Thanks!
I am laughing so hard that I may need a stall of my own.
Whenever anyone is down and out, imagine all of us in a row singing at the top of our lungs. I'll be the one who is dancing, too
Michele, Now you've got me laughing hard! I can just picture it. And I'll be dancing with you.
Thanks.
I enjoy Celebrate as well. Tho Michele, you wouldn't want me joining in the singing. I couldn't carry a tune in a bucket.
As for the song I Heard The Bells On Christmas Morning, it's old. Like really old. The first time it was recorded was in the 60's by Burl Ives. I remember hearing it when I was very young.
As for the lyrics, they are historic. Believe it or not they were not lyrics, but a poem written by Longfellow. He was lamenting the loss of his wife in a house fire two years prior, and the wounding of his son that year in the Civil War. The poem was written on Christmas Day in 1863.
Ironic how the song now resonates with some, given the similarities in the times.
Oh, Cindy. I need you in my chorus line and you can join hands, hum, play a kazoo and join in the energy no matter what.
You need a break from care giving ????