Sunday, 26 January 2020

If LIfe is a song, Love is the music

If music be the food of love,
play on,
Give me excess of it that
The appetite may sicken,
and so die

So opens Twelfth Night by Shakespeare, it's rather self-indulgent but we all know what he means, in love as in other matters of the hear it helps if we can lighten up
If music be the food of love… then I'll have a Mozart sandwich,' Rowan and Martins Laugh in, and we laughed along glad we had paid enough attention a school to enjoy the joke.

Really though what I wanted to talk about today was how music can catch you unawares, music can make emotions erupt deep within you like a volcano spilling over from your heart and soul and make you happy or sad or sometimes just remind you of who you really are and the essence of what you wanted to be.
Some music can make you feel so melancholic bring tears to your eyes, bring back memories that had been hiding and you were totally unaware that they were even there.

We've all got a soundtrack to out life, we've all got songs from out favourite eras that never fail to make us feel all the passions and hopes flourish again in our spirits.

Here's mine for today, ' Do you love me?' Brian Poole and The Tremeloes,
I'm ten years old again, flinging myself around in a frenzy and feeling happy and full of love.

Thursday, 2 January 2020

With a Little bit of luck ...

The word 'lucky' has never been one of my favourites. Seldom have I told anyone I think they're lucky.  Luck of course is random and unexplained. Luck can be obvious, like where you are born, what family you are born into, which country you are born into, health wealth can be considered luck.
I have a niece who has a very demanding job with people in difficulty and she says that she was so lucky with her family and childhood that she wants to give something back.

As we all exchanged New Year greetings and wishes and wrote messages and texts saying happy New Year, Peaceful New Year I was struck by one that was sent me which wished me a lucky New Year and it started me thinking about that word and realizing that I don't like it because I am a bit afraid of it.

Like most people I probably feel lucky if I'm looking for a parking place and one comes free, or the bus that I'm waiting for is the first to arrive, or if all the traffic lights are green and I just sail into town, but I'm wary of the word 'luck.'

This summer on holiday with my brother and his wife I got stung by a jelly fish, nothing so terrible you might think, but my knee swelled up and I started googling 'jellyfish stings' but my brother had some antihistamines and gave me one and the knee went obediently back to normal. Later on in the summer I got a splinter from my brother's garden furniture and my sister-in-law said how nice it was to have me around because I absorbed all the bad luck.  I looked at my brother and thought how happy I would be to take away any bad luck from him and well jelly fish sings and splinters on the scale of things are quite acceptable and my brother's granddaughter played nurse and made me better.

All this is just to wish all of you that follow my blog a very happy New Year and a pinch of good luck to protect you, and if you do get a splinter or a jellyfish sting may you have someone who cares who can make you better.

Monday, 9 December 2019

When your heart sings along to the music

How many times can you remember being really, really happy for no reason at all' That type of happiness is like a silver stream of water that gushes and flows over. It can happen at any time, often when you're not expecting it and as you get older feelings of sadness have the same effect. You might be walking along and catch a glimpse of someone who holds his head like your dad, or wears the same sort of cap. You might see something out of the corner of your eye that reminds you of a loved one, hear some music, see the new moon or the evening star and wish you could just pick up the phone and say' can you see the moon'' even though you're hundreds of miles away.

If I knew I was going to see my parents for Christmas I could listen to any song or carol and feel a warm happy  glow. If I wasn't going to be able to see them then certain bits of those old songs were agony to listen to, like ?Someday soon we all will be together.'
 The fact is that once you've lost your parents you never ever get over it, the pain is always there, deep and hurting, you just learn to cover it up. I've got lots of happy memories of Christmas growing up, when mum and dad were there in my life like a big soft blanket that made everything alright. I was always aware that they were there so happy memories all involve them being in my life, a reassuring presence every day.
This is got a bit melancholy and I didn't want it to be, I started off talking about happy joyful, bubbling over with happiness and love moments. One of these happened when I was ten at the school Christmas party. We were allowed to wear our own clothes and I had a twist dress that I loved. It had a flounce so when I did the twist, or what I thought was the Twist, a general wriggling movement it span around. A Beatles record came on 'I Feel Fine' and as I twirled and twisted and smiled at all my school friends I really felt fine.

We didn't know, the ones growing up together then that we were living through a great period of change, the music reflected this, but when I was ten I knew nothing of teenage angst and dilemmas facing those years, so now when I want to feel extra specially happy I play the music from those years and feel fine.

Your hearts will sing along or cry along, but whatever it does hang on to the happy memories.