“most men lead lives of quiet desperation and go to the grave with their song still in them.” henry david thoreau
i want my song to be sung. i want it to be simple and clear. then, i want it to be transformed into a melody with 4 part harmony. i want it to be shouted from rooftops. i want it to be whispered through desert canyons. i want it to be chanted over and over and over again until the singer slips into an otherworldly trance. i want it tatooed on to my heart. i want to hold a seashell to my ear and hear my song being sung to me. i want my song to soar through the trees in the forest, like a bird in flight. i want to awaken from sweet dreams with my song poised on my lips. i want to hear the remix. i want to turn my song into a hip-hop party, where everyone throws their hands in the air and waves them like they just don’t care. i want to hear the folksy version of my song…..sung by a beautiful woman alone on a stage with a guitar in her hands. i want to sing my song while i’m hugging a tree. i want to sing my song while i’m hugging a child. i want to sing my song while making love. i want to sing my song while making cake. i want to sing my song with you and you. i want to sing my song with those souls i’ve loved and lost. i want my song to bring water to those who are thirsty, food to those who are hungry, hope to those who have lost their way, and peace to all…..so we will have war no more.
this blog post was inspired by a sunny day, hanging out with 6 kids, deep talks with my husband and the fact that i wake up almost every morning…..singing.