I love how much art and music envelop us at every turn, and how the boys have learned to channel their own feelings through art and music to take the edge off of some of those overpowering emotions. They know they are not alone in their highs and lows, because they listen to musicians who can speak their pains or their joys and allow their listeners to feel the connection and the parallels.
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Tears Cresting and Falling – Moved by Literature and Theatre
So, tears come easily perhaps. And the pain others put into story form, to allow others to see into their world, see what their challenges and struggles were, see what they rose up from, what brought them to their knees - I feel these things deeply.
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While My Guitar Gently Weeps
So, within a week of one another, both my 13yo and my 16yo have had their hearts broken. They process things very differently. My youngest is open with me. My older one is shut down. I want so much to help, but know I have to let them have their feelings. Their dad is great … Continue reading While My Guitar Gently Weeps
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Monkey Brain and Geese Chatter
In which I accidentally discover the Ridiculously Perfect Meditation Stance for a dork like me!
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Magic Dragons and Refusing to Grow Up
Today, Bean and I had some errands to run, and I chose the Pandora Station "Peter, Paul and Mommy" for our musical background. We sang along to Feed the Birds, from Mary Poppins, and some Simon & Garfunkel, a little John Denver, songs from The Sound of Music and we sang Puff the Magic Dragon … Continue reading Magic Dragons and Refusing to Grow Up
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The Soundtrack of our Lives
This morning I woke up with a song in my head, and it's a good one. It's the one I blast in my car on the way to Poetry Slam. It's the one I sing along to and throw little girl-power dance parties to in the parking lot outside the pizza place where the … Continue reading The Soundtrack of our Lives
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Dancing Crazy Barefoot in the Kitchen
Yesterday while driving back from a meeting, I heard Phillip Phillip's song "Home" on the radio. I car-danced like crazy to that song at a stop light and couldn't wait to get home and share it with my kids. From the moment he first auditioned for American Idol last year, I was cheering for him. … Continue reading Dancing Crazy Barefoot in the Kitchen
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One Reason I am a Poet
This morning as I listened to Flamenco Guitar music on my way to work, the thought exploded in my mind that the reason I am a poet is because I’m a scattered mess of an artist. I don’t think all poets are this way; I am not at all speaking for anyone else. All I’m … Continue reading One Reason I am a Poet
