When I sing, I believe.

With all the god damn evil in the world at the moment, Frank said it just perfectly.

“If you don’t know the guy on the other side of the world, love him anyway because he’s just like you. He has the same dreams, the same hopes and fears. It’s one world, pal. We’re all neighbors”

Frank has always held a place in my heart, from his music to his spirit.
There is just something about him.
I grow up on his voice and that love stayed with me.
His voice just seems to calm me, lift me or drawn me to tears.
The last few years I haven’t been able to listen to him, he’s songs all hold meaning, the most powerful kind and every time a song of his came on, I would just break down.
Music has always been my saving grace but until lately I just haven’t been able to listen to it.
Until I heard supermarket flowers by Good old Ed.
His new album helped me turn a corner and I have managed to listen a little more to music without turning into a bubbling wreck.
It’s been kind of hard as my biggest part of my job has to do with music. I managed to get over this by not connecting with the lyrics, something I find extremely hard to do. Thanks to Ed, that’s started to change.
While working away, YouTube playing in the background, Moon River came on and my eyes started to fill and I rushed to skip the song but just couldn’t.
So I just sat there, closed my eyes and let the music take over my whole being. Peace and tranquility fall over me and all these wonderful memories filled my heart. It was a moment I will never forget.
Hopefully in time music once again will be a pleasure instead of heartbreak but until then at least I have Frank.

 

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Flashback Friday

What a Long, long week, Friday is so welcome.
So I’ve spent most of the week sat in a hospital bed wired up to infusion machines. I’m more than happy to be home.
I have to say a massive thank you to everyone that gave up their days and nights to look after Marly-Kate. She has had a blast and has been very spoilt. You are all so wonderful and I truly appreciate your help and love.

On Monday, mum, Her best friend and I decided to go on a little jolly to pick up paint, lavender plants and the price up the garden make over, by the time I got home, I was different shades of blues, purples, reds and black. Fever and cold sweats had taken hold and I knew that something was wrong but thought a cat nap would sort me out. Next thing I knew I woke up in hospital having iloprost infusions and that’s where I stayed until yesterday.
I can not tell you how glad I am to be home, there is nothing like sleeping in your own bed, starfishing. 😝
Something good came out of this long, long week, as I fall in love. ❤

I fall in love with music again.
Music has always been a massive part of my life, it’s helped me more than I can express. It lifts you, it helps you cry and so many lyrics have meanings to them, which has proven to much for me over the last few years.
It’s so hard listening to music when it just reminds you of what you once had, brings back the best of memories which gut punch you, even wiping every song from my pc, didn’t help until I was sat bored in that bed. YouTube once again became my friend and even though lyrics hit hard, and new meaning formed with the notes play, somehow it soothed my soul.
And this all came from one incredible artist, he truly has to be the best of the best and I’m so grateful that his pure talent, enlightened my soul.
I don’t know how many times I’ve heard his new album but with each listen it only became more outstanding and touched me deeper than music has for a long time now.
Thank you Ed Sheeran , you sir are pure genius.
If you haven’t listened to his new album “Divide”, you must do.
There is not much else I can say about my week apart from thank god it’s Friday.
And we all know what Fridays mean!
Flashback time
So without further ado I give you……

No place like home. 🏡

https://icemaidendiaries.net/2013/03/11/no-place-like-home/

They say, “There is no place like home.”
I find myself wondering where is home?
Home is meant to be the building you lay down your foundations and settle, that you look forward to returning to after a long hard day at work, your safe place,
it’s really like your bed, warm, comfy and you never want to leave 😉
I can truly say that I have not, as long as I can remember, felt that I have found the sense of homeliness or felt that I could call that building home.
I have lived in a few places but can I call this home?
Just because I lived there, did they ever give me the feeling of being completely at home.
To me, home should be the one place in this world where hearts are sure of each other. It is the place of confidence. It is the place where we tear off that mask of guarded and suspicious coldness which the world forces us to wear in self-defense, and where we pour out the unreserved communications of full and confiding hearts. It is the spot where expressions of tenderness gush out without any sensation of awkwardness and without any dread of ridicule.
Home should be like a delicious piece of chocolate cake you order in a restaurant on a country road, the best piece of cake you have ever eaten in your life, and can never find again.
If this is how you should feel when you arrive home, then why do I get this feeling when I’m not at my home?
Is it the building that gives you this feeling?
I find this not to be true.
For I believe that a building can not give you these feelings, but the people inside the four walls, in which they call their home.
Home to me, is the love, it’s the people, it’s the comfort, tranquility, kindness, warmth, tenderness and understanding all rolled into one that makes home what it is.
After pondering over this for a while now, I have drawn my conclusion and that is,
“Home is where the heart is.”
It not a building, a place, it’s LOVE.
It’s coming back to your partner or family, it’s just simply those four little letters, that mean the most in the world.
It’s simple really.
Love is all you need to feel at home.

That unexpected moment

That unexpected moment when a song starts to play and it breaks all your walls down in a split second.
You think you are doing ok, even happy in a different kind of way, but just those first few notes break you.
Your on your knees sobbing uncontrollably.
How can one simple thing, bring your world crashing down around you?
How can those lyrics bring so much joy and sorrow.
That piece of music along with the memories that go with it, are so powerful, that no amount of wall building, closed doors, cold heartiness and strength can protect you from the feelings that flood you when you hear just a tiny part of it.

And here I am, broken, bruised and battered, weeping.

Keys

1st of February already. Welcome to this new month. Have a beautiful one..A productive one and have an amazing day because
Life lives,
life dies,
Life laughs,
life cries.
Life gives up and life tries.
And life looks different through everyone’s eyes.
In fact, who you were, who you are, and who you will become are three completely different people. And as you gradually grow beyond the person you were yesterday, keep life’s challenges in perspective. Hear life’s harmony, and notice the delicate balance. Realize that life is like playing a piano. The white keys create your happiness and the black keys denote your troubles.
But as you go through life’s journey, remember that the black keys also create music.

Music in you

The most splendid achievement of all is the constant striving to surpass yourself and to be worthy of your own approval.

This is how happiness blooms.
So don’t wait for someone to bring you roses…..plant your own garden and decorate your own soul with ideas and passions that bring you joy.

You do not exist to impress the world.. you exist to live your life in a way that makes you and your loved ones smile.
Stay true to your path, stay positive, and someday you will catch yourself smiling.

Your best music is still inside you.

The only way to have long-term happiness and success is to live by your highest principles, to consistently act in accordance with what you believe your life is in fact about.
That music you hear inside you motivating you to take risks and follow your dreams is your instinctive calling to the true purpose in your heart and mind.
Don’t ignore it.
Be enthusiastic about all that you do, and the possibilities that lie ahead. Have the courage to pursue your calling.

Don’t let the music fade with you.

 

Letting our stories loose on the world

imageBlog – why???
We blog because we have something to say, whether it is personal, commercial, or otherwise. It could be kind of therapy, a job, a passion, inspiration, it can be anything you dream it to be.
With blogging, we let our stories loose on the world.
We put ourselves out there to be measured against others and we take responsibility for our point of view.
Sometimes we all get stuck for new, good ideas and worst of all, we think of the perfect blog while drifting off to sleep but it’s gone in the morning. (I must remember to have a note-book by the side of my bed)

Often I hear a piece of music, some lyrics that touch your soul, and my heart sets alight and creativity fills my soul and I imagine something breathtaking.
This feeling, moment in time is the beginning of my next adventure/blog post. The creation unfolding in front of my eyes.
The page becomes mine, my mind is whirling with magical ideas, not just in writing/blogging but in so many different ways, creating, work, life.
These feelings are the beauty of life.
We are writing our stories with every action, movement, feeling. We are making something wonderful . We are leaving memories in people’s hearts.
We are alive, we have passion, we are our own legacy.

Saving grace

imageAs music and lyrics have been my life for many years now, not only in my job but music has been my saving grace over the years.
Not only do I love to dance, but listening to a piece of music that touches your soul, it connects to your feelings and your life in many ways.
Lyrics put to a melody can touch you more than any words that another human can deliver.
Every single one of us can relate to one chosen song and place that to a memory, a time or a person.
I have many songs on my play lists that have been dedicated to me from friends and family over time, but one song is what sticks in my mind more than others.
It holds deep meaning and helped me recover from a very traumatic stage in my journey of life.
When all else fails, music can really be a saving grace.