Change happens to all of us all the time. It just so happens that A LOT of change has been occurring in my life lately – this last week in particular. Last Friday night I got to kick off the weekend of my big move by attending Dustin Danger, James Jones, and Steady Flow at Vintage Villains. If you have not checked out this place or these amazing musicians, you really should (more on them in later posts). I then spent Saturday and the rest of the week moving into my childhood home. Who says you can’t go home again, right? Claiming my parents’ old bedroom and having my two daughters sleep in the room I grew up in makes life a little weird…but a good weird. After this year of transition, there’s nothing like coming home and feeling the coziness of familiarity. If I learned anything this week, it is that there are two kinds of home: the literal physical structure; and a feeling that lives deep inside you.
Now that I am back home in the physical sense, I am ready to get back to my own personal home that lives inside me. This journey of finding out what exactly that home is to me is such a grand one. A piece of that home is my daughters. A piece of that home is my parents, my sister, my grandmother, my friends. A piece of that home is church, and the merciful God that I serve. But the new piece – the piece I have recently discovered – is music. Music has always been a huge part of my life. I grew up in a family where it was normal for my mom and I to play the piano and sing on Sundays after family dinner to get out of doing the dishes. But this new sensation, this new level of music has filled my heart so much more. Why? What has happened to change the way I approach music? I believe it is what music is doing to my town. My two homes – the physical one and the internal one – are merging.
Peace & Love,
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