Music heals the heart like nothing else, and I am so grateful for the inspirational songs I’ve been given to share. I will be singing 3 of these originals at the Unity Church in Santa Rosa on Sunday July 15. The service is at 10:30, and all are invited. Unity is truly a loving place where all paths are welcome. (4857 Redwood Road, Santa Rosa, 707-542-7729) It would be wonderful to see you there. Meantime, back at the Berkeley bungalow, people have been telling me that I have a “good” story worth sharing, so I have attempted to put it in writing. Shocking how easy it was to condense it into a page and a half, and re-reading the synopsis of my life was truly an eye-opening experience! If you’d like to read Cynthia’s Story, you can find it on the inspirational page of this website. Humm-m-m-m… Actually, if you count each song as 1 that equals 4 chances to share.
It’s a little hard to write my note this month because it seems like I should be writing about my Dad. But instead, I’m busy writing songs. If I could pick one thing that I like to do the most, it would be songwriting. Time stops, the world fades away, and I am one with the spirit of lyric and song. Words drop from the sky. My fingers mysteriously find their way on the keys. Creative excitement owns me, and little mortal me practically disappears. In fact, all vanishes but the music. It’s magic! I fall in love with each song, and I am grateful to my very core.
It’s time to put Mom & Dad’s photos up on the mantel again in accordance with my yearly tradition. When I was little, we had a different custom. May 1st meant dancing around the Maypole, weaving brightly colored streamers into a beautiful pattern, and handing out May Baskets full of flowers. It was a fun and lovely way of celebrating Spring, or so we thought. Unaware that the holiday had been assigned a new meaning in the late 19th century, we were happy in our innocence. (Actually, as savvy as I’d like to be, it’s still easy to catch myself in blatant naivete.) Anyway, it’s May again, and I have quite a case of “Songwriting Fever”. The melodies are dropping from the sky like blossoms in the breeze, and I’m gathering them up in a crazy frenzy. What a blissful blessing…. Best May Basket ever!
They didn’t cast me. Honestly, my first reaction was surprise! (Color me confident.) At any rate, it’s ok. In fact, it’s good. Auditioning for America’s Got Talent was an amazing adventure, but apparently the Powers That Be have a better way for me to get my songs out to the world. It appears that this was only a path of preparation: Intense preparation that grew my presence, shined-up my material, polished my appearance, strengthened my voice, and left me with an increased sense of self-worth. No wonder there are no tears. It’s all working out perfectly. So, what’s next? I am listening…