I’ve always loved this photo, although I can’t tell you exactly why. I just do.
I’ve never learned to play a musical instrument but I sure am drawn to it. I admire the people who can and respect the people who try.
Truly, music is magic. It has the capacity to do many things. Sometimes, it moves me to tears, or dance, or into my happiest running pace. And when I am able to access the music in me and sing along, it’s even better.
My 11 year old son is losing sleep over the end of the world prophecy of 2012. What little I have to offer in the way of comfort is not enough. Even when he is able to find comfort in the idea of eternal life, he then starts crying for his cousin, Sophie. “She’s too young,” he cries. And don’t even get him started on the babies of the world.
If he world really is going to end, I’d rather not spend the next couple of years worrying. Now is the time to live — maybe even live like we are dying.
Am I wrong?