Cynthia Bythell Music

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,…

As it turns out, the audition video for America’s Got Talent can now be 2 to 3 minutes instead of the previous 90 seconds. (I never did figure out how I was going to do the “minute and a half thing” without hacking my precious original to death!)  Once the song could be a little longer, it was…

I’m bringing all my experience and it’s wisdom (or not) to another year.  Like everyone else, my only limits are my own mistaken thoughts and beliefs.  They are just a product of involuntary exposure to society’s flawed suggestions, along with my knee-jerk reactions to life’s challenges.   Yes, I am innocent, and so are you. …

The first day of Spring is coming, and so is my birthday.  This year’s celebration is special because I start the day by playing and singing my latest incarnation of my old song The Wish Planet for a very small congregation of loving listeners at The Castro Valley Unity Church.  It’s a safe place to…

I’m so grateful for my morning gratitude practice.  It makes me happy, and gets my day off to a good start.  First, I write a list of things I appreciate about yesterday, making sure to put a positive spin on any thing that didn’t seem so great at the time.  (If I woke up grumpy,…

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.                                                      …