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May we be blessed to acknowledge all the wonders in our life

that have, for us, thus far accrued… 

and to begin each day with a word of thanks…

and thoughts of gratitude.

Today I’m thankful for the music of nature

and for what my opinions worth

I believe it is the music of nature

that brings harmony to the Earth.

I heard a song this morning whose rhythm, melody and rhyme

immediately transported me back…to a different place and time.

It was years ago…riding in our car with Deborah…this memory is so strong…

when we decided this song, which we heard for the first time that day…

would forever be…our song.

I can’t explain the science…I’m not sure the reason why…

but this song always brings a smile to my face…and tears to Deborah’s eyes.

I guess we never know as each new day’s about to start….

which memories will be etched into our souls and leave footprints on our hearts. 

And it doesn’t end with one song…there are many more songs…

even songs in nature that transport me to the past….

Today was not the first time…and it definitely won’t be the last.

I’ll never comprehend how memory works…

how in the vast array of memories we’re making every day

some memories remain forever while other quickly fade away.

For now I’m happy knowing some memories…

realizing they play an important part

dwell forever in endless rooms somewhere deep within my heart.

And I’m glad one of those rooms is a concert hall

with songs and rhythms and melodies gathered there….

waiting to surprise me…when I hear music in the air.

May we be blessed to acknowledge all the wonders in our life

that have, for us, thus far accrued…

and to begin each day with a word of thanks…

and thoughts of gratitude.

Today I’m thankful for music

and remain amazed at its multitude of varied and diverse roles…

How it can make us sing, dance, laugh and cry 

How it can illuminate our hearts 

and soothe our aching souls 

Throughout my life I’ve had the privileged of listening…

without interference of confusion

to a diverse and varied and melodic musical suffusion

From a host of animals…dogs, cats, birds and dolphins

to the subtle flutter of a butterfly’s wings or the buzzing of the bees

From the waves of the ocean crashing on the shore…

to the whisper of the wind through the trees.

I’ve listened to a host of musical genres…from Bach to the Beatles

all who’s virtues I extol…

From country to folk to reggae to the blues….

everything from Jimmy buffet and Motown to rock and roll.

Time seems to stop when I’m listening to music

I can’t put my finger on the why or the how…

but when I’m tuned in to the music of life 

as the Buddhist say…

there…is only now.

Music has a way of permeating the body

of finding it’s way in…

It not only enters through our ears

but is absorbed in through our skin

It echoes from within us…then settles

never to depart…

For once it’s found its way inside…

it makes a home within our heart 

Yes, I’ve been blessed to love all types of music…

some of the tunes have faded away…

others often repeat…

and I imagine by listening go the music of life

is where my heart discovered its beat.

May we be blessed to acknowledge all the wonders in our life

that have, for us, thus far accrued… 

and to begin each day with a word of thanks…

and thoughts of gratitude.

Today I’m thankful for the sounds of music:

In the heat of the summer sun

when the changing leaves of Autumn blow

as the flowers boom in springtime

in the chill of a winter snow

may you be blessed to hear the sounds of music

everywhere you may go

I had the most beautiful musical experience…and it all begins…

with a thousand candles and four musicians…one cello and three violins.

This string quartet sat on a stage surrounded by candlelight

and played music from Bach to the Beatles as day slowly surrendered to night.

In a small…intimate setting…before the evening was done…

they played everything from Bach’s Brandenburg Concerto #3

to the Beatles Here Comes The Sun.

I marveled at how these four musicians…playing their instruments independently

found a way to blend their notes into a perfect harmony.

On my walk this morning as the stars hung in the sky…

glimmering like the flames of a thousand candle lights

four owls began to sing to one another…their swan song of the night.

I heard four distinct owl voices serenading me

four voices that mixed together into a perfect harmony.

I could not see the owls….even with the starlight their stage was much too dark…

I could not determine their shape or size… 

but just like the four musicians….they had me mesmerized.

It’s interesting how each quartet had their own style…

how beautifully their music blended….

from Bach to The Beatles where it began…

to the four owls…where it ended.

What makes these moments special…is time…

for once you experience the moment…you know…no matter where or when

never in your life will you experience that exact moment…ever again.

From four musicians who played strings without voices…

to four owls who sang in voices without the accompaniment of strings.

I kind of like never knowing what wonders are just around the corner…

what surprises the next moment will bring…

When you rise in the early morning long before the sun’s first light 

you have this wonderful opportunity to eavesdrop on the music of the night.

If you don’t hear the music at first…wait!…it won’t be long…

before the crickets, whom you never see, choose the rhythm of the song.

Once you catch the rhythm…just as your body begins to sway…

as if the maestro pointed in their direction…the woodwinds begin to play.

Their music enters from every direction as you walk through the neighborhood…

The melody changing depending on how the wind chooses to whistle through the woods.

The woodwinds can enter loudly on a gust…or softly on a gentle morning breeze…

either way….wherever you turn…there is music in the trees.

Just as you’re thinking to yourself…is there a better way to start the day…

the birds pick up their horns…and the brass begins to play.

If you’re lucky…and you listen closely…sometimes the music of the night…

offers a violin concerto…of the hummingbirds in flight.

Some walks take a little longer…you stop more often…close your eyes knowing you don’t have to see…all you have to do is listen to nature’s morning symphony.

Sadly…when the sun begins its rise…the symphony quickly fades away…

as the music of the night relinquishes the stage to the music of the day.

But another symphony begins tomorrow…if you rise before the sun’s first light…

another opportunity awaits…to eavesdrop on the music of the night.

Listening to music, like the Grammy’s, I’m always amazed at the power of a melody…

how it can make you smile…cry…or fall in love…how it can create a memory.

How we silently listen to some songs as if we’re in a trance…

while other songs lift us off our feet and make us want to dance.

I imagine there’s a special time in our life…I’m not sure when or where it starts…

when certain music…a certain song…imprints itself upon our heart.

Within our souls it drifts…until it finds a comfortable place…

Its notes indelibly written on the lines across our face.

A time when that music…that song filled a space and made us whole…

I suppose that’s why we have an affinity…a love…for the first music that ever reached our soul.

I suppose that’s why, as we get older, we crave the music from before…

and why you hear some old folks saying, “They don’t make music like that anymore!”

Still…we try to listen to the new music…the young musicians…the newest bands…

even though we do not recognize who’s singing…and most words we cannot understand.

But every now and then a new song…a new singer comes along…we don’t know when or where it starts…but that new song they are singing imprints itself upon our heart.

Within our soul that music…that song…finds its own unique and comfortable place…

and its notes become indelibly written on the lines across our face.

Perhaps that’s why, as we get older, we have more wrinkles…more lines across our face….for the new notes to be written…as new songs …ind within our souls…

their own unique and comfortable place.

It’s funny how each generation thinks their music is the best

that the songs of their youth are the best songs…

and how each generation knows that they are right…

and every other generations out there must be wrong…

For instance my generation listened to the Beatles, the Jackson 5…

we felt like dancing…we came alive.

We listened to James Taylor and Stevie Wonder too.

Karen Carpenter…what a voice…Simon and Garfunkel was a choice,

we listened to Three Dog Night and a band called the Guess Who.

There was Norman Greenbaum, the Temptations…the tunes of our young generation

with the music playing our heartbeats all increased.

We could have been a little smarter…we did listened to Patches by Clarence Carter

okay, we were eclectic to say the least.

Neil Diamond kept us grooving…The Supremes kept us moving

We listened to 8 track tapes inside our cars.

We sang along with the Kinks and Four Tops…we danced without shoes at sock hops

Credence Clearwater Revival we affectionately called CCR.

In sharing this music with each other…we became our sisters and our brothers.

We liked the way the music moved…we liked its rhyme.

Why…is difficult to say…but music had a way

of linking us all together over time.

And though it’s hard now to behold…how we and our music have grown old

separated by time and often distance

I’m sure my generation would agree…even those who sang off-key

those songs were vital to the heart of our existence.

Which is why we not only have a knack…but we love looking back…

and listening to those wonderful old songs…

I imagine that’s why whenever we hear…a song from our past…we cheer

and why we pump up the volume…and sing along.

So my case…I must now rest…it’s plain the music from my generation is the best…

and why the songs from our youth are the best songs…

And though you might have the temptation…to think the same about your generation..

I’m sorry to say…you would be wrong.