I am like a turtle on Mondays. I would prefer to pull inside of my shell with a good book and a bag of gummy worms. But Mondays pass by all too quickly just like other days so I better stick my head out of my shell and look around before it's Tuesday and I've missed something.
Last week my daughter was on Spring Break from college. Of course we had to share her with friends but it was so nice to have her home. With just one baby bird left in the nest things need livening up now and then. I don't think my daughter knows how much I miss her after a long visit or can fully understand why. You see, when she's home it brings back memories of when our nest was full and our birds were learning to fly but they would stay close to the nest...
Yesterday I was thinking about music. My sweet husband is the music and choir director in our ward. He is an example of faithful obedience. He has never had any kind of formal training in music but he loves to sing and he has gradually been learning about music for several years. He has a great capacity for learning. Anyway...I love music but I don't have a very strong voice and I am very self conscious about my extremely limited musical ability but I go to choir to support my husband and because it feels so good to sing. I am so thankful a person doesn't have to be musically talented to have a song in his or her heart. Like poetry, songs dress up everyday words and give them a more meaningful existence---and help us find more meaning in our existence. I think the world would be a much better place if music were the second language taught in every home. Sometimes I wonder if music was our first language.
Random thoughts---Sometimes I wake up in the morning with a song in my head. When it is a hymn I try to figure out what I am supposed to learn from having that particular song on my mind--is Heavenly Father sending me a message? Often I will just get some random song in my head like some rascal thoughts let it out of where ever it is kept in my brain.
Yesterday we sang a hymn called Reverently and Meekly Now for the Sacrament hymn. The last line left me pondering...And be constant unto me, That thy Savior I may be...
The earth has wonderful rhythms -beautiful music. I love the sound of the wind running through the trees in my backyard. (Sadly we are down to one small live portion of one tree) It is an inlanders answer to the sound of the ocean.
Isn't it amazing how something that can be so powerful, like the wind or the ocean, can be so comforting...like a sleeping child.
Enjoy the sounds of this Monday.
What's the view from your window?
