Free Spirits

Since so many of you loved my original poem, “Free Spirits” from an earlier post, I decided to show you all in video the melody that I hear with the poem. For those of you that missed it, I’ve written the poem again here. Let me know what you think!

 

 

Here’s to the free spirits

Who fall in love

Keep their minds wide open

and their heads up.

And though they’re crushed and broken

They’re still fearless and tough

Here’s to the free spirits,

yea, here’s to us!

Diary of a 20 Something Year Old

I love writing. I especially love writing poems. Songs, even more. All things rhythmic. I also love performing. There is nothing in the world that brings me such utter, pure joy as performing. So what am I doing? I’m on my way back from Costa Rica, dreading the arrival of my reality. Aside from my dog and a few choice people, the home that awaits me is one full of questions.

Who loves me? Who do I love? Where is the man I can love forever? When will I meet him? Have I already?

What am I doing with my life? What are my options? Return to school and get a Master’s in Creative Writing? Then what? Write my own memoir? About what? Who am I?

What about my music career? Am I trying hard enough? Should I give up? Didn’t someone tell me never to give up? When does never end?

How will I perform? I need to perform. It lives inside of me, performance, and if insufficiently fed, it feeds on its very host (my soul). This I know.

What about my album? What do I do when it’s released? What are my next steps? How do I move forward? Will anyone help me? Who? When will it be released? Who cares other than me? Does it matter?

Should I travel “while I still can”? Mission work? Tropical countries? Become fluent in Spanish? I loved everything about Costa Rica. Could I live there? Would I?

Should I keep living here? Is this the right place for me?

Does it feel like it? No.

Am I comfortable? Yes.

I know some answers…

This Makes Me Smile

favorite song

 

SO. True.

A Rule for Making Music and Love:

If it takes too long, you’re doing it wrong.

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 Ah yes, The wind makes music so the trees can dance.

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God didn’t create us because He was lonely and needed us. Just as a songwriter doesn’t write a song because he needs the song.

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A songwriter writes a song because he needs to communicate himself.

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So it is with God, when He created us.