Sky. Soul. Song.

You know what I hate?  Music shopping.  Seriously.  I think I’ve found that perfect tune, and inevitably, within a few short weeks at most, I’m sick of it.

Of course, listening to it Nonstop probably doesn’t help.  Welp, even on A Lovely Night, I shan’t be Satisfied.  Of course, tomorrow might just be Another Day of Sun.   May It Be the day I find something that I won’t ever grow tired of.  After all, songs are Little Wonders, passing by, heading off Into The West (a song I’ll admit to having feels over).

Hopefully you got all those references, but the point is, I constantly find myself playing such songs to death, and then after I’ve hit saturation point, I can either barely stand the sound of it, or I’ll only ever listen to it if my shuffle picks it up.

Music has always been special to me.  It’s allowed me to get in touch with my deeper emotions in a way that nothing else can.  It has brought love, fear, hate, strength, and sorrow to me.  And yet I cannot stand it for long, so I hunt for another to replace it.  The access point closes off, a now worn out path.

Why do I do this?  Well…

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When I was younger, I used to lie back and look at the clouds.  I was enamored with the simple beauty present there, high above.  Indeed, this so affected my childhood that I named one of my first story characters “The Skyblade” in tribute.  He could fly above, suspended between, master of the domain, unencumbered and unimpeded.  He is free, and he (or perhaps I) still flies in my mind.

Today, finding myself with less time to lie down on the ground and appreciate the sky, I find that sunsets and sunrises are very dear to me indeed. The contrast, the warm glow, stretching across the blue expanse, radiant.
I always get a lift in spirits, especially after a trying day, seeing such things.
I do regret my inability to capture their magnificence in photographs while driving, but even when I do catch them, it lacks… something defining.

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I must confess, I feel like singing when I see beautiful things.  Please don’t tell me I’m alone in that, but if I try to vocalize or form a tune, it doesn’t quite work out.  You ever try expressing yourself through spontaneous song composition? It doesn’t end well for me, and if I sing a song composed by someone else, it… lacks me in it, even if I can relate to what it’s saying.

I want to sing because there is something before me worth singing of, or composing poetry about.  There is something awesome in nature that begs my attention, something which I would be unwise to ignore.  When I see the sky, when my spirits soar to the high heavens, I wish I had a song to sing.  My being is overcome enough to need to pour forth a response.

~ My soul proclaims the greatness of the Lord; my spirit rejoices in God my savior ~

Naturally, I’m nowhere near the level of Mary, but one can relate.  The outpouring, the cry of the heart, even the dissatisfaction, make sense in the light of one fact: that all was given by the Creator.

In their fleeting nature, these gifts have been made all the more precious.  Naturally, it’s easy to get frustrated with that, I understand, I am and always will be there with you, but there is hope.  So yeah okay, you might be single, or in a relationship that maybe isn’t as great as you had hoped.  Maybe you’re struggling with school (like me, yay), or a particularly difficult day/week/month on the job, or something else I can’t even begin to fathom.

I urge us, both you and myself, to find joy in the moment, whatever it is.  It might be more difficult, depending on your unique situation, but we have to seek it.  All things shall pass, good or bad, and we have to make the most of what we have been given.

On this Valentine’s Day – and really, every day that we live – when we see others, the ones we love; when we see things that cause our soul to sing, internally or vocally; when we are held spellbound by a sight… try be thankful for that moment.  Thank God that we get to live in the created world he gave to us, experiencing the life that he breathed into us.

Goodness knows, I’m not thankful enough for everything that has been placed in my path right here, right now.  I have not given the beautiful now its due.  So let the soul sing, and face the day!  Despair not the passage of time, but free your unique tune unto the world, verso l’alto!  It needs you as you are.

-M