Cynthia Bythell Music

This Day is precious.  It matters. Days are dwindling. This Day is opportunity.  It spreads before me like a carpet of flowers   that will be wilted tomorrow.                                                      …

Photos of Mom & Dad are proudly displayed on my mantel in honor of their special days.  I like to believe they’re watching over me, and trying to help from the other side.  Hopefully they feel as proud of me as I felt when “my” kids played their pieces at the Annual Spring Recital last month.   My…

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…

Was it just good luck? There she was “across a crowded room” as the romantic story always goes. She was absolutely aglow with the fun she was having with her friends. Our eyes met, and we smiled simultaneously. Minutes later I turned, and she was sitting next to me. A year later, we were married…

With leftover turkey soup in the freezer, and the new year feeling about a quick minute away, I’m deep in the holiday to-do list. Every year I try to simplify, but it still overwhelms. Apparently I don’t now how to decorate just a little, or invite less company, or keep the shopping to a minimum….

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…