Song of the Spring

I have been thinking a lot about the power of music lately.  I don’t know if there is anything else that has such an ability to evoke such a breadth of emotion – tapping into memories long since forgotten and touching the very essence of our selves, our souls.  Music moves us as nothing else can.

I notice this a lot when Rob and I perform at nursing homes and senior facilities.  I see the joy and recognition in the faces weathered by time.  Sometimes, the residents are not able to respond, but you can see subtle hints – a glint in their eye, or their lips mouthing out the words.  In those moments, I feel part of something bigger and blessed to be able to share the gift of music.

I’ve been looking to music as a therapeutic resource more in my own life as well.  In the world of chronic illness, I think it can be easy to focus on modalities to heal the body, while forgetting about the equally important emotional aspect of healing.  Of course, everyone is different, so what works for some, won’t work for others (which can be true for both physical and emotional healing).

Personally, I’ve really been enjoying exploring music on a therapeutic level.  There is music that, simply said, makes me feel better.  And there is music that makes me feel worse.

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I’ve also been paying more attention to the music in nature.

A couple of days ago, on a mild, damp evening, I heard a chorus of peepers in the distance.  I walked up the hill behind the house and through the woods until I found the source of their exuberant cacophony.  And then I stopped, stood still, and listened as hundreds of tiny voices rose around me.  I focused on hearing the variety of tones and tried to align myself with their rhythm.  Other sounds around me became part of the symphony – droplets of moisture falling from bare branches, a warm, humid breeze brushing past me like a memory that I can’t quite recall.

As I stood and listened, a trance-like state came over me, and I felt the bad feelings inside me flush out and become replaced by a calm, gentle, greater wisdom.

Now that the warmer weather is here, there appears to be ample opportunity to listen to the Song of the Spring. Today, I have been rejoicing in the bird calls around the house (particularly the pheobes who are nesting on the side of the house) and the reassuring rush of the Millers River.

What music speaks to you?  I’d be curious to know!

Just for fun, here’s a song that I listened to the other day that brought me joy.  It’s fitting for the season too! 🙂




5 thoughts on “Song of the Spring

  1. Oh how absolutely lovely! And yes the right music can definitely add to your quality of life, make tasks more pleasant, and carry you away to another time and place. Thank you for your insightful words.

  2. Hi Laura,I love your piece of the “Song of Spring.” In the desert there are not as many sounds as back East, and I miss that.But I have returned to writing poetry again and the desert does provide ample rewards for subjects. My last fewattempts were about a skunk and the moon which came to me very quickly, something that rarely has happened inmy poetry writing days. I hope that continues. It’s great when things flow more freely, for whatever reason. Butgenerally, I have to work hard to get a poem just right. That’s not a problem. I enjoy the writing however it comes, butit’s rewarding when I don’t have to slave away at it. I love your photo of the wake robin. We used to grow those from the wild up in our Woodstock place. Brings back alot of good memories. How I miss that place. It’s my lifelong touchstone.Love you gal,Doug

    • Thanks so much, Doug! That’s wonderful to hear that you have been getting back to writing poetry again. Writing is such a wonderful way to connect with nature, for sure! 🙂

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