Tuesday, July 5, 2011

TUESDAY AFTERNOON TRANSCENDING TIME



Peter, Paul and Mary - There is a Ship

I have spent a quiet afternoon writing and listening to some music and a fair selection of music by Peter, Paul and Mary and recall that we had the record shown above and played it until it was almost worn out.

This afternoon the years have drifted away and I am 19 once more and singing these songs and I need no reminding of the words - they all occupy a part of my brain  - stored on the hard drive of my "necktop" computer.

The songs vary from protest songs, folk songs, some cute and funny for children and love songs - and I know them all and I still enjoy them all and there are those that bring me to tears as they did in my youth.  So the passion for peace and freedom still rules my heart and my head.

I have enjoyed the journey back over the years, I have enjoyed 
transcending time and the music still holds it's charm for me.

My skin was clearer, my hair much longer, I was thinner and didn't wear glasses but apart from that I am still the girl I was at 19 and in the words of one of their songs:

Music speaks louder than words
It's the only thing that the whole world listens to.
Music speaks louder than words,
When you sing, people understand.

Sometimes the love that you feel inside
Gets lost between your heart and your mind
And the words don't really say the things you wanted them to.
But then you feel in some one's song
What you'd been trying to say all along
And somehow with the magic of music the message comes through.

The longer I live the more I find that people seldom take the time
To really get to know a stranger and make him a friend.
But the power of a simple song can make everybody feel they belong.
Maybe singin' and playin' can bring us together again.
Singin' and playin' can bring us together again.

Don't waste a precious moment of the time you have and indulge yourself and go back and listen to the music of your youth - see if it still holds the charm and casts it's spell over you.

Love and hugs,
Linda. 

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