I am breaking my blog silence for an important reason: music.
I’ve found my soul healing through violin strings, the tapping of feet, and complete immersion into new tunes. These days, I am anticipating two weekend concerts and, admittedly, one more than the other. Though both will be quite lovely.
You see, I’ve always had this thing with Andrew Bird. His music was always wrapped up in all these emotions for me. I know you know the feeling. That song that reminds you of that time – and oh, that time? You just want to forget it already. My aversion to Bird was so bad at one point that I’d ask my roommate to turn it off completely if his songs were playing. I’ve donned more than one grimace in his direction.
But you know – there’s a very valuable lesson in reinvention. When you change your perspective, even very slightly, it’s amazing the different sounds you can hear in a song. Likewise, it’s unbelievable the melodies one can feel when engaging with something entirely new.
I’ve listened to nothing else but old (and new) Bird for the past two days at work. And I’m starting to love on him just a bit. It’s amazing what happens with this re-emersion process. I feel re-born into a new world, free from that rubbish that held me back from him in the past.
I think I’ve needed to change my perspective for quite a while. Probably on a lot of things. Piece by piece, day by day.
For now, I leave you with this beautiful diddy:
[Thank you all for your well wishes. I am recovering from personal matters, and I don't care to share them just yet. Heart hurting kinds of stuff. You get the picture. I will be okay. ]