Music

 So, here we are....

It’s Saturday. Another week almost done and dusted.

Another week to cross off the calendar.

A week further away from my husband. It’s been six months now. Bloody unbelievable. I could use a few different profanities for that line, but I daren’t as I might be banned from my own blog. I’m not sure who monitors these things. Our of my realm of knowledge I’m afraid so I’ll take the cautious path so as not to offend anyone.

Funny how I still have a leaning to tell Murray stuff. I still expect his frequent (very) phone calls to make sure I’m ok. I took a phone call last week off someone very familiar to me and I could have sworn it was Murray initially. My heart did a crazy bit of a flutter at that and I must have sounded very grumpy towards my sibling but I settled quickly so that was that.

I am digressing a bit I might add as Murray is not my topic of conversation today.

I actually want to express my gratitude for two ears that continue to hear reasonably well and for the beautiful music people create.

In recent times, I’ve been listening to Crosby, Stills, Nash and Young as I am driving. It is rather lovely singing along to such songs as Our House, Helpless, Deja Vue, Harvest etc. etc. and what’s more lovely is that in most cases I still remember the words!

As a young student nurse back in the 70’s in the nurses home at Western General Hospital, Footscray, I had a portable record player given to me by my parents. I joined a record club and spent a lot of my paltry hard earned money on records each month and loved the freedom of selecting my own music.

Many who know me are aware I am a great Chicago (the band) fan and have quite a large number of their albums, especially from the earlier years.

I must have driven my fellow students insane with my incessant blaring not to mention my out of tune singing. I loved music way back then and still love it today. Many of my records are still intact, something I am pleased about and just lately I have revisited those times, imagining again all the emotions I felt back then. My very first boyfriend introduced me to Chicago, so perhaps that’s why I’ve been a fan ever since. What I do know is that their early albums struck a chord within me, much the same as Cat Stevens did and when I hear their music I can go right back to those days in the blink of an eye.

I actually didn’t think about the music that impressed me back then, when I began today’s blog.

This morning, whilst running through Facebook as you do on a Saturday morning, I listened to some beautiful singing from two women, both Australian, both professional singers with amazing voices. I thought how fortunate I was to be able to hear such music, so, hence my thankfulness on this day.

We listen to sound all the time.

Cars in the background, dishwashers running, computers, trams, people speaking, dogs barking, wind chimes playing their own music, even babies talking, crying and laughing.

For those of us that hear, we are so very fortunate and should be grateful for this miracle in our lives. We take it for granted I know, along with smell, taste sight and touch, but when you think of a body, be it human or animal the senses are a miracle how they work and give us great joy every day.

Here’s one for the ears!