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But you've gotta make your own kind of music
Sing your own special song.
Make your own kind of music even if nobody
else sings along...
(The Mamas and the Papas)
And so, on these final days of Winter as I try to hold in check my impatient heart and tell myself not to keep looking for the first signs of Spring, I grow restless. Cabin fever sets in. I don't really feel like shopping (gasp!) so I go for a ride.
Driving aimlessly I turn on the radio. One by one I flip through the stations but its no good. I can't find one to please me. I drive in silence for a while when suddenly I remember something my father said back in the days when I entered the tumultuous teenage years and he became middle aged: "You know you are getting older when you no longer like the songs on the radio." Deja vu...
Growing older is tricky. You go about doing your thing when suddenly: BAM! "Maturity" jumps out of nowhere. The thing is, IT had always been there, a silent ghost, an invisible companion that's been by your side from the day you were born. IT waits patiently until IT decides is time to come out. Shy at first, IT plays hide and seek. You catch a glimpse here and there but is only a matter of time. IT will grow more confident. IT will let you know its here to stay...
I wait for Spring with great anticipation. I have been busy teaching myself how to crochet and I have fallen in love with Granny Squares. Here are my humble first attempts...
I am looking forward going back to my Purple Caravan.
I ignore the radio and play the music of my generation. Just like a Mantra, the familiar words and sounds manage to still bring a spark of magic to make my heart jump and skip a beat.
Time marches on. I know IT is hiding nearby but I'm not worried. I dance and sing. I play my Blue Tambourine.
The music is loud, Abby joins the celebration.
She barks and I laugh. IT doesn't stand a chance ;0)
Wishing you all a weekend filled with magic. Rock on!
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