Things that remain with you for a reason.

When I was a little girl besides being spoken to the next thing I remember most is music being sung to me or played for me. I thought singing was the gift of angels that everyone could magically do. I would hum and sing with anything I heard. When I started school the teacher in grade school at age five had a piano that she played and we all sang along. It sounded like a miracle for me to have a place where we did this every day. Moving on I heard that we had chorus in school but you had to try out alone. I was terrified but I thought if this is what I have to do to sing then it was worth the terror to be picked. I thought I guess they do not have the space for an entire school to sing together so we would be all put in groups like a class in the end. The song was "this land is your land" I got through a few lines and discovered by my not being picked that alas we are all not songbirds in life. I was disappointed but it never stopped me from caring about singing along with any song or artist I felt something in me stir for. Someplace between heart and song my pen and blank page became my song. I was meant to hear music and think it angels as a child because it inspired within me the need to write things that like music people would hopefully find beautiful. My journey might have felt like a child's let down but in truth it made me ache to want to maybe touch someone else's heart the way in which music has always touched mine. So I write poetry, short stories, mostly about love. Much of what I write is taken from the inspiration of every musician I meet. Sometimes the people who inspire me turn out to be amazing gifts angels who remain in my heart always in every word I write for their part in my words. Some of my words come from something as amazing as friendships and other times as tiny as the fragment of a piece of sunlight or moonlight slanting through my bedroom window across my face. I have come to know one thing for sure though and that is that I might not have the ability to sing like an angel but I know I am surrounded by them both mortal and otherworldly and for this I am eternally thankful. I wrote once asking God why I could not find the perfect words to make me a millionaire until I realized one day how rich I was in the gift to share my heart openly with whomever wanted to read my words. I only need to know I have perhaps touched the spirit of one person to leave this life one day contented. Thank you God and this beautiful ebb and flow of the universe and everything in it from which I draw my words, for allowing me these words that I write and this gift to share them.

Gloria
xoxo