Touch My Heart with a Song

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I was feeling detached and tired as I listened again to my still small voice within; it said,” Go in and sing with her”. I picked up my guitar and songbook, and went in and asked her if we could sing together. Her answer was an affirmative “yes”, though I knew she was diffident about her own singing voice.

Nonetheless, I started with a rendition of “When the Saints Go Marching In”. She had shared that that song was the last song in a funeral orchestration that her best friend had put together for her own last rites. That song was heartily sung by everyone in the service, sending her friend rousingly into eternity. I was moved by that story recounted to me by her and her other friend.

So, I started with that song in our singing together. I followed it with a song I had written specifically for Nancy called “Nancy’s Song”. She loved it and I sang a few more songs out of my songbook with her. All her agitation and moodiness melted like butter with the music. After a few songs she began to talk about experiences with her family growing up, and I recounted experiences with my family, growing up in Detroit. It was heart to heart conversation.

Music has been a wonderful tool for me to connect more deeply in this and a few other situations, as I see music not abstractly, but as a way to connect with others and connect with my own deeper heart and soul. Creative music and song lyrics can be a way to talk about our experiences in life, and it can inspire us to recall and talk about those experiences we’ve had. Specifically, as in this instance, it can be a tool to give a senior the dignity and connection he or she desires at this point in their life.

Stories and Memories

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Stories of me
and stories of you
Stories of red
and stories of blue
Some a little fictitious,
Some of them all true.

Stories of wisdom
Stories of learning.
Stories of darkness
and stories of yearning.

Times full of Mystery
not knowing what to do.
Stories of me,
and stories of you.

Stories of danger
and stories of risk
Searching our memories
So deep and rich.

Stories with music
where harmony reined
Stories of feeling good
Stories of pain.

Stories of growing
and then of digression.
These are our lives
All wanting expression.

A Love Letter

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As this new day dawns in our world, this is my voice.

Love Letter to Family and Sacred Friends,

I know, you know we have all done stuff to separate or alienate ourselves from our primary family or maybe friends and partners. We all live in a time of ‘disintegrating structures” socially and also on an individual level. We live in a colossally different universe and reality in many, many ways from those who have come before. I have no doubt that this occurrence is heaven sent, and there are different ways to contemplate and act in this reality. The future is a “work in progress” is truer today more than ever in our world.

In this time of radical divisions, politically and otherwise, it is my belief from the Christian tradition that radical reconciliation and forgiveness are needed by all.

May we all communicate and act in accordance with our higher power. This is something we can express to each other, and this is something that could show the world the highest value of the American social system.

Love and Blessings to All,

Richard

Symphony of Life

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Life is a symphony of the senses.
When did you forget
to see, to feel the next wave
on the water,
to feel the wind swaying
the trees, blowing through your hair
or to take to the path
in the forest,
to watch a bird enjoying
the skyway or circling above?

Is your life limited
to a mechanical enclosure,
cordoned off from outside
and dedicated only
to reasons of economy?

Life, however, even here
in this enclosure
real or imagined
plays it’s symphony to you
if you are experiencing
the timbre and rhythms
of the sounds,
the shades of colors,
the poetry beyond noise of words,
the dance of the wind.

The symphony is playing –
Be present and listen
in gratitude.

“The Christian Church, in its Augustinian emphasis on the evil of nature, from which human consciousness should out of sheer common sense hold itself aloof, contributed to the gap Western human beings feel between themselves and the universe.”

-Robert Bly – News of the Universe – Poems of twofold consciousness

Being a Pathfinder

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Being a Pathfinder

I guess you could call my statement here a declaration of intention for my life.

We are all creative beings in some way, form, or fashion. That, for me, is what defines the being in human being. In our time we have been given new, fantastic media to utilize. I chose to be a participant with my creative talents in this available media rather than a couch potato or always just a spectator for someone else’s talents. This is what following my heart and living my dream means to me. I can follow this intention in the area of health, love and relationship, creative work, and whatever else is in my life path. I can be a pathfinder for myself and others.

This is an open dialogue, I welcome your comments. What do you think?  What inspires you to take action in your life?

Home Is Where My Being Is

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Oh, you’re a holiday

Oh, you’re a holiday

Now it’s my turn to say

and I say, “You’re a holiday.”

—————— the Bee Gees

Holiday inns and ways
to escape
the core of my being
the life in my days-

There’s dialogue with others
There’s hope midst despair
There’s love in my living
Not getting stuck in repair-

So, I’m singing my song
Painting my poem
There’s love in my living
when I am being home .

From “Heart Spirit – Freeing Our Poetic voice”

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Evening Song

 

sunset-tableOh the evening sun, it touches down,
coloring all, see day is blest.
Oh, the co-lors flow,
they give my heart this rest –

Chorus:

Oh, these feelings come and go
as the breeze, it whispers low,
and the song it sings
is the song inside my heart.
Oh, the song it sings
is the melody in my soul –

Restless day of needs all done.
Another day, I journey on.
Stop to rest, eve-ning’s song
blends with colors into One –

The colors blending, touch my soul,
painting eve-ning’s feelings whole.
Enchantment of the night
harmony of soul.

“It is one of the tragedies of modern culture that we have
lost touch with these primal thresholds of nature.” –
Anam Cara – A Book of Celtic Wisdom, John O’Donohue