Cynthia Bythell Music

‘Twas three weeks before Christmas and all through our house, not a person was stirring, but me and my spouse. Two stockings were hung by the chimney with care; Too bad no one would be there to share.  Ev’ry night we rested all snug in our bed, while visions of vaccines danced in our heads. …

Creativity needs room.  What would this world be without music, art, literature, and live performance?  The artistic soul needs time to itself to create.  My life is beautifully abundant, and yet somehow amongst earning a living, running errands, paying bills, maintaining a home, self care and spiritual practice, I must find time to write songs…

That’s what the townspeople called my Dad. I loved his huge toothy smile. He loved to play with my brothers and me, and he loved my Mom. I remember my parents dancing in the kitchen, holding hands, and sharing little kisses. Yes indeed, Dad was a true family man. My father grew up in poverty,…

Writing a gratitude list of things for which I’m truly thankful, is always enlightening and uplifting for me. Some of my friends don’t find it so easy. One of them explained that he had too many “You should be grateful”s thrown at him as a kid. He definitely picked up a negative feeling about giving…

Recently I got swept up in the state of the world.  It’s not like me.  I’m a kind of “head in the sand” person who doesn’t generally partake of the news.  For the sake of my amazing recovery from chronic depression, that’s the way it needs to be.  So anyway, since mortal reality reached out…

Memories of Halloween come “trick-ling” back to me this time of year. My family lived in a small town where traditional Trick-or-Treat was entirely safe. I especially liked going to the Eminheisers’ house where we were invited in to see the extravagant decorations (nothing to “freak-out” little children in those days). The grand tour ended…