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Just Get It Done

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Singing, singing, learning
this music for the Virtual Choir 6
Feeling the shame spiral
because I did my habitual thing
and waited until the day before
to really dive into the music.
I remember (again)
that the way you do anything
is the way you do everything,
and behind my procrastination
there was the perfectionist,
just trying to find the perfect time.
Well…now is the time.
With my kids out of the house
I have quiet.
I can record this music.
If only I can get it perfect right done.
Yeah, Lorien, just get it done.

NaPoWriMo 2020 Day 15

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Today at the NaPoWriMo site, the prompt encouraged us to write a poem inspired by our favorite kind of music. I have pretty eclectic musical taste, and I’m not sure I could choose a single genre…but let’s see what happens.

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My Music

A tone, droning from a singing bowl,
my own voice singing counterpoint;
I like this sound.
My voice singing along with my guitar playing and
(even though I’m self-taught)
I like this sound.
Drumming. Singing the elements,
enjoying the rhythm. Enjoying my voice.
I like this sound.
Mystical chimes, the sweetest, childlike strains,
and my voice humming softly along;
I like this sound.
Come to think of it, I do have a favorite kind of music:
My music.

Gratitude: Day 9 of 48

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Spirit in voice…

I listened to the voice within

Urging me to sing and play for my students

I was resistant but I pushed through

Now every time I sing

I feel that I am the one receiving

I no longer know who is offering …

A presence of peace and love

Moves through my voice

And I am blessed and honored by this act of giving.

I’ll keep singing.

Keep Singing

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The voice clearly said
Bring your guitar and sing them the song.
And she shook her head, thinking, No way.
But the voice repeated
Bring your guitar, and sing them the song.
They went back and forth a few more times,
until she acquiesced.
She brought her guitar, she sang them the song.
And then silence…
So she asked the voice
Why would you have me sing
if they didn’t even acknowledge the song?

And the voice said,
It’s not about them, darling,
It’s about how you relate to yourself
when you step outside your box
and let your voice be heard.
Now, keep singing.

Trusting Myself

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So many choices in each moment.
What to create?
Is it time to rest?
To eat?
To sing?
To dance?
To sew?
I choose to sing.
I record my voice and listen.
I like the way it sounds,
so I keep going.
I’m learning something
about creativity and pleasure,
trusting myself in the process.

Keep Singing

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When he talks
it is so often about
conspiracies
chem trails
one worlders
electromagnetic pulses
the collapse of the monetary system
corrupt politicians
and greedy big pharma…
I listen, because there aren’t many who will…
but I feel myself growing heavy and depressed,
thinking about all that is wrong with the world,
all that is dark and evil and unjust.
But then we pick up our guitars…
We sing about
mountains
wild dreams
the bayou
steam engines
moonshine
dancing
cowboys
love
tears
and happiness…
and I feel light, I have fun.
I can see he is having fun too,
he is smiling.
It’s clear to me, then,
what we should do:
We should keep singing.