Temporary Frost

Hey friends,
today I had a talk with a friend about life and contentment. We were feeling under-appreciated about our strengths and gifts and needed to rant about it.

Granted that just fueled our discontentment but it happens right?

I started to think more on this when I got back to my house. It's easy to feel discontent with where you are in life...job, physical state, house, finances, spouse or lack there of, spiritual, the grays, the needs, the wants, the shortcomings, the light at the end of the tunnel that seems too far gone...the list is endless.

Then I thought, if I am so consumed with being discontent, many opportunities, good or bad, will escape my attention. Yes, it's very hallmark-esque...however, it's true. How hard is it for us to stay content...actually be ok with where we are at...wrestle with the pains, the aches of something not there anymore. It all passes with time. I mean where we actually look at everything in the face and say "sure, why not?".

Robert Frost talked about the road less travelled; the road less realized too perhaps? How lonely that road is? One where contentment seems to overflow and drown out the doubts, worries, fears and uncertainty.

Christmas is coming around soon...let's rethink contentment.

<3
C

A line

Friends,
you know when there's lots going on and you have so much to do but you're just at a standstill...for no particular reason...I'm not bitter at everything I need to get done, nor depressed or overwhelmed...just not doing anything right now but writing to you.

I'm in the midst of working with my sister on my website for my music and I'm trying to come up with a one liner that sums me up. I wish it came easily to me like my name...I want it to be concise but say alot...is deep but doesn't seem like I had to overthink to come up with it, not too cheesy...ugh I am a pretty cheesy person, not too dry, cliche....hmmm...

my friend is getting a book bounded for her brother. She is in the middle of writing a forward for him and she is at a standstill as well. It's like we both have alot to say...her about her brother...me about myself...but when it comes to committing it to paper or an electronic source...we hit a wall.

me...my music...I love music...I love teaching music...playing music...writing it...composing it...my dreams consists of opening a music school at an all girls shelter international or national...helping kids be creative with the gifts given to them...music....my blog was called making music along the way?...I love simplicity...

simply music??? perhaps? does that sound like a something from bath and body works? that place smells nice...not gonna lie...many times I did go in there just to spray myself and walk out smelling lovely.

simple dreams of music?
just me and just songs?

how do I put myself into a sentence...if I were to describe me...and my music...grrrrr

I'm just a simple person who likes detail. My piano is always a mess full of books sprawled on the floor. I can't get enough of new music books. Billy Joel will always be my background music for clean up days, I celebrate the old and new sounds. Something about the warm voice of Doris Day makes me want to melt inside and when Christmas-time hits, Vince Giraldi takes reign of my CD player, my eyes light up when I hear an interesting rhythm, it all just comes easily to me.

Pivots around in my head
Rolls off my eyes
into the staves
5 lines,

dots here and there,
flowing in different forms,
her story and his,
mine rolled in there somehow,

exchanged for a different way of communicating,
speaking to the old and young,
sometimes you can't sum up sadness,
happiness is just upbeat,

healing in repeating phrases,
angriness in broken chords,
makes several severe statements,
in simply sung refrains

may spirits be lifted somewhat
higher
brighter,
finding truth for you and me.


I hope there is something in your life that you cannot really live without and that you keep dreaming about day and night.

Love,
C

Every time

Friends,
as I am looking over this week as well as the next...I shudder at how much that needs to be done.
It's unbelievable.

From keeping tabs with media in advertising, rehearsals, work, extra stuff outside of work, studying, keeping up with peeps, the Joneses, their kids and their kid's kids and their dogs and their kid's dogs...oh and chilling out...that fits in there somewhere I think.

It's times like these that I am glad for the people in my life who tell me, it's ok to breathe. It's healthy once in awhile.

I don't even know why I am blogging for I don't have too much to say. Nothing exhilarating and exciting.

I guess it's kind of like my daily runs...I run by this particular house where a man who I assume, lives alone. He tends to his garden closely. I think it's his prized possession...it's one of the best scenes I take notice upon during my runs...flowers, trees, plants...looming everywhere. I kind of hope other people see it and enjoy it as much as I do. For such work to be put into a garden, recognition is most certainly merited. It's kind of refreshing...and then there's this path that I take and every time I run past a particular house, I am guaranteed to smell apple/cinnamon scented candles...I love it. It makes me smile every time.

I's these routine things that happen. it's not mind boggling but it's there and it's nice every time.

Cheers,
C

Gotta keep at it

Dearest friends,
Just got in from a performance and before shut eye, I've just got to write.

Performances are an interesting animal altogether. I love them. I got to see other fantastic musicians perform. I hope they keep making music in the years to come.

Amidst the laughter and conversations, more so my awkward/nervous rantings on stage, I think it went well.
I had fun. What was my favorite moment? Hmm...let's see...scatting...even though it was a trial run...it was fun. The unexpected, "I have no clue what I am doing but I'm doing it anyway" feeling...that was cool.

Unexpected things always happen on stage...some things that made myself cringe on the inside and others made me surprised in a good way. People may or may not catch them...and I guess I tend to forget that point. I think they caught just about everything and more! Sometimes you get it, sometimes you don't. It is what it is. I just gotta get over mistakes and maybe even enjoy the fact that whatever I did made myself cringe...at least it got some sort of reaction right? ha! oh the experiences.

Uneasiness,
good or bad,
slowly...let notes fly in the air,
uneasiness,
steady, steady my dear,

Unexpectedness
let the moment sink,
settle, rise and flow,
Unexpectedness, Uneasiness
let it all go.

Thank you to all my friends who support me still. It's weird not seeing your faces often anymore. You all are very special to me.

<3
c

What makes you

Friends,
Today has been a day. That's all I can say. a good day.
It's late and I have reading to do and relaxing before my eyes come to a close.

You know those moments you just want to lose your temper and stomp out the door in hopes people caught your bold statement? That was me today...but I held my tongue...tied it down while it was squirming to speak and you know what? The situation actually got a bit better. Who would have thought? Lesson learned? It's still going to take a while but it's a start.

Later, I ran into a friend from way back when. It's great when this happens. You don't realize how much has changed in your life until you run into an old friend who knew such a different you back when. It's a good and strange feeling all at once.

I wrote a song for a dear friend of mine. I tried to match it best with what is important on her heart. So I played it for her today and she loved it. That meant so much to me. As I was playing through it she squealed with joy. You see, some people make crafts for their friends, some bake cakes, some cook their favorite meal, some take them out...I write songs.

I write songs that make people feel, smile, cry, laugh, relate to, speaks truth, and according to my sister, this is what makes me who I am. :)

Going to read now friends. I love to read...there is never enough time is there? I would read while walking and be as graceful as Belle in Beauty and the Beast...but unfortunately I would run into things. How did she do it? Such is Life!

Love,
C

Highlighter

Hey friends,
today was midterm elections day. I'll admit, as much as I was tired of hearing about campaigns and who is better and such,
I was excited about everyone coming together and putting their say in.

Highlights of today:
-elections
-radio interview to advertise my benefit concert
-eye doc's report: my eye allergy/scar tissue seems to be recovering (oh the little medical mishaps in life)
-gave a demo to my nurse at the eye doc's office and made her day which in turn made my day
-went grocery shopping with parents at a vietnamese market...always an adventure

-realizing even though this may be a crazy week, it is worth it...just have to wade it through.

That was my today friends. Hope yours have some highlights as well.

Much love and highlighters,
C

Attraction

Friends,
I was in church today and I thought about attraction. I know, great topic to be thinking about in church huh?








"It was a cool autumn day when a girl in a pink dress sat on a bench in a park named Winters. Why it was named Winters is an intrigue. Maybe it's after a rich lady widow, the season itself, or some important governor.

She sat down and looked around.

There were trees, a swing set blowing in the wind, mild littering, dogs roaming about with their owners, children hopping on stones to avoid drowning in hot lava below them, and a dashing young man sitting across the park from her.

Now you must be wondering what caught her attention and I am sure you hoped it to be the gentleman.

Something about him just drew her gaze. She remains nonchalant as she casually glanced his direction above her sketching in her little black drawing book. Was it his casual composure? The confident way he seemed to be studying his book? Just how sure he looked? How absolutely sure he looked about everything, the way he read and pondered about the things he read...you would have thought he was cheating and reading a script of "how to look sure of yourself while sitting at a park".

The girl in the pink dress just sat back and sighed.

As the young gentleman was peering above his book, he glanced around at his scene, the trees, children and dogs, afternoon sun glow, empty swings, and the girl in the pink dress.

Naturally he disguises his actions as much as possible as he glanced her direction. What was it about her that commanded his attention? The simplicity of her dress? How she didn't seem to try too hard to impress anyone? How mysterious she looked while drawing something? Was she drawing him and if so, this was making him all the more self conscious...Was it the confident way she seemed to handle herself as if she was a devout park attender who comes regularly therefore making him feel out of place?

The young man just sat back and sighed.

The girl sat up and closed her drawing book that hoped to bring a scene to life.
The boy sat up and closed his book that longed to infiltrate an imagination."

<3
C