Where is your magic place.
The place that blurs the edges of reality and turns it to whatever you imagination can conjure.
Lately for me the magic has been in the music. I listen to the music I grew up with, Fleetwood Mac, Led Zeppelin, Crosby, Stills, Nash, music from the 70's. Even though 64 summers have come and gone for me, I hear this music and I am there again, 20 some years young and I can feel what I felt then. I see the trends today called boho or gypsy and that takes me back to the same place as the music. This is how I dressed but it was called hippie then. Whatever the name I have always loved that look and I still love it today. Its free and wild and different and that's what I have always been. Never one to follow the rules and even my home has its own style.
I was listening to the Led Zeppelin song "Going to California" the other day and it brought back feeling and memories so strong I wrote the following...
Words float through my mind and whisper remember, remember
music tickles my memory and brings back days of sunshine and nights of forevergolden child living in a time with change that came with the rising of the sun
Smiles and love in the eyes that met yours, words floated like smoke, not really there.
Gods of that time sang for our pleasure, bringing new meaning that life is forever
Long flowing hair touched your pillow and flew in the wind with flowers and songs that are etched In time
Remember. Remember
The hair is still long and music still brings pleasure, the memories come back of nights of forever
A face in the mirror asks where have you gone, golden child of yesterday Remember. Remember
The hair is still long and music still brings pleasure, the memories come back of nights of forever
My heart answers back I am here, and still the same, time has taken the beauty of youth away
My mind of today of says yes to what I see and my heart says it doesn’t matter. Be what you are
meant to be.
We are stardust, we are golden and ours hearts will always shine
So play the music that takes you back to peace, love and a beautiful place in time
Hope the magic takes you to a good place.
Being even older than you, my mirror really asks "Where have you gone?" But as you say, we are still here, inside.
ReplyDeleteAnd simply the fact that we are _still_ here, looking into that mirror, is cause for celebration, in itself.
Keep our memories.... Keep listening to whatever music, speaks to us... And keep the Free Joy, within. No matter what the mirror shows (or the scales either), we are ourselves. And that is cause for celebration.
Gentle hugs,
Tessa
Beautiful sentiments with a beautiful nostalgic touch, my friend. It is so true... we must accept the finite disappointments of this fallen world. But to never lose infinite hope it is the graces that sustain the heart of the believer....
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Cielo
This is lovely Sherry... I had to come back to read it again, reminisce and cry with you. I hope you are doing fine my friend. There's a perfect tomorrow somewhere in time waiting for us. Hope hope... and trust.
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This is lovely Sherry... I had to come back to read it again, reminisce and cry with you. I hope you are doing fine my friend. There's a perfect tomorrow somewhere in time waiting for us. Hope hope... and trust.
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Hello sweet lady and thank you for stopping by. It's good to be with you this evening. Though you are younger and I was raising babies during those years, I remember them well. All music brings something to me but I go to my piano and play what I hear in my head. Often a person comes to me. Someone dear. Like you, it's the music that brings the memories. I hear the clock ticking but it no longer frightens me as much. I'm not ready yet, are we ever? Yes,..it's the music. Thank you for this...for putting it into words.
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Mona
Hello sweet lady and thank you for stopping by. It's good to be with you this evening. Though you are younger and I was raising babies during those years, I remember them well. All music brings something to me but I go to my piano and play what I hear in my head. Often a person comes to me. Someone dear. Like you, it's the music that brings the memories. I hear the clock ticking but it no longer frightens me as much. I'm not ready yet, are we ever? Yes,..it's the music. Thank you for this...for putting it into words.
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Mona