An Extraordinary Life Examined.
Notes and views on being an EX-Wife, Mother, Felon and Citizen of the world. This is my personal journey of how I am moving forward with grace and tenderness.
Wednesday, September 18, 2013
Alicia Keys - Try Sleeping With A Broken Heart
Songs are prayers... there is a song out there for whatever ails you. Just searching for the right song to capture my mood, feelings and vibe is therapeutic.
I completely agree that music IS or can be a form of prayer. It has certainly pulled my broken, shattered heart up from the depths of utter despair.
Methinks it works for so many of us... whether we be real or fictionalized.
Today's quote most certainly applies:
"Music was her mind’s only friend and teacher. Music was the only thing that made her non-life worth living. She rose, bathed, she went through her succession of empty, restless, colorless days, cared for her baby, and she cooked and she cleaned in the vocal companionship of Nina Simone. She played Nina Simone incessantly. She felt somehow in league with that tone. She listened like a musical apprentice to that moaning, yearning, longing cry of Simone’s. It seemed that Nina Simone and she alone, could not only articulate but embody the complexity of this twinge lodged so deeply within her soul."
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I completely agree that music IS or can be a form of prayer. It has certainly pulled my broken, shattered heart up from the depths of utter despair.
Methinks it works for so many of us... whether we be real or fictionalized.
Today's quote most certainly applies:
"Music was her mind’s only friend and teacher. Music was the only thing that made her non-life worth living. She rose, bathed, she went through her succession of empty, restless, colorless days, cared for her baby, and she cooked and she cleaned in the vocal companionship of Nina Simone. She played Nina Simone incessantly. She felt somehow in league with that tone. She listened like a musical apprentice to that moaning, yearning, longing cry of Simone’s. It seemed that Nina Simone and she alone, could not only articulate but embody the complexity of this twinge lodged so deeply within her soul."
from Like Litter in the Wind `by L.M. Ross
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