I am one who is known to have the gift of gab. I talk A LOT. Usually words do not fail me and often times, people wonder just when I am quiet. *laughs* I have come to admit this about myself early on. It’s just a part of who I am.
Now and then, words fail me and I find myself unable to speak out loud. I have things sometimes I want to say so badly, but find myself at a loss for words because I want to convey things just right. So, then I turn to writing. Writing is something I have been doing since I was 10 years old. It has helped me through a lot of rough times. Writing short stories, poetry, and keeping journals have given me an outlet to share my fears, thoughts, hopes, sorrows, deepest emotions, and my biggest dreams. So often, I am able to sit down and put into phrase what I wanted to say.
There are times though when even writing fails me. I sit there and stare blankly, unable to get my thoughts out. Frustrated, I find myself stuck and not sure where to turn. But then, I have an ah ha moment! Music, it never fails me. I can always find a song to listen to, to belt out, to share with others when no other way works. Music has been a muse and a friend since my early childhood days.
Music can excite, help one release anger or sadness, inspire and create, soothe a weary soul. I turn to many styles and artists, it depends on my mood and what I am trying to convey. I thank God every day for music, for the ways in which it has helped me to get through tough times and for the inspiration it has given me with my own music and with my writing. Music runs within my veins. May my ears forever be able to hear, to appreciate its beauty….