Day 85: Music…The Universal Language of The Soul

I scored MAJOR brownie points yesterday with my surprise 2-day tribute to Mother’s Day blog. She loved it and I made her cry. “Apparently I put my mascara on too early…lol.” she emailed me.

Mission accomplished!  *fist pump*

Truth be told, I cried too…like a baby. I made the mistake of listening to the two songs as I wrote the posts, and a wave of immense gratitude and a deep love swept over me. Ok, so I can be sentimental sometimes. But I love how music always manages to express how I feel in the moment; especially when I can’t find the words myself.

I also love how universal music is too. It is beauty expressed, and I could not even imagine a life without it. It needs no words to move you, yet it speaks to the heart and touches the soul just the same. It is a language that speaks to everyone. It even spoke to Beethoven, and he was deaf.

Music and me, we go waaaay back. And no matter the genre…classical, pop, rock, alternative, jazz…The Chipmunks…you name it, I love it. (Well, mostly anyway).  It helps me express sorrow when sad, anger when upset, elation when in love, and joy when I celebrate. Whatever my mood is, there always seems to be a song that can accompany it, which consequently amplifies and intensifies the feeling even more.

So this morning as I was making my breakfast before going to work, it was no surprise that this song came on the radio as I was already thinking about my blog and my future Mr. Right:

I also find it ironic (and disturbingly weird) that this video takes place in a grocery store (how I wanted to meet Mr. Right) with the same name as my hometown. I would seriously laugh if that happened though…as there are not a whole lot of prospects in a town of 2,500 people consisting mostly of retirement homes. Gives a whole new meaning to security, eh? HA!

No worries, the Hugh Hefner look is not my type. Eww.