Memories Evoked

As one ages, memories are not as easily accessible as they used to be-or so it seems.  I've recently discovered the musical magic of my iPhone (yes, a wee bit late to the game).  The memories evoked and emotions felt yet again are as varied as the songs I've rediscovered.  The pain of the first young, broken heart, seemingly never to be put together again.  The lover's song of revenge. The Girl Scout song sung round a campfire.  The songs from a high school musical. The tears that fall with the song played at too many funerals far too early.  The freedom of that one pedal-to-the-metal song as you sped down that long-ago highway headed to college.  The soul-soaring ballad of a generation that recalls bell-bottoms and tie-dye spinning in circles at that first concert.  Your child's favorite lullaby.  The car-pool sing-along favorite.  The daddy-daughter song of a not-too-distant wedding.  All of them-healing, hurtful, joyous, sad-work a special kind of therapy that touches the spirit as none other.  Which song will you search for today?

Murmuration

I learned a new word the other day from a dear friend:  murmuration.  I love the way it swirls out of my mouth with its alliterative qualities.  I had no idea what it meant, and so looked it up on Google.  Simply put, it is the migration movement of starlings.  Odd that something that sounds so mundane can be so magnificent to observe.  Orchestrated perfectly swooping swirls of birds dancing in the wind to a song unheard.  I've gone years without ever taking particular notice of these magical moments in nature.  Now I seek them out, if only to remind me that this world we live in has too many moments of bliss missed simply because we forget to look for them.  Thank you, Carolyn C., for reminding me to keep my eyes wide open.