No concerts this week, though lots of music listening—a joy I’d lost for two decades while doing mom-care duty. I can’t help but marvel at (and thank God for) finding and embracing it again.

It’s like an elixir, music. An awakening of the soul, discovering a love believed long lost. To think that such beautiful sounds, precious notes and thought-inspiring lyrics, might well have vanished forevermore.

It flows through my veins, my thoughts and musings. It breathes life. It GIVES life. It soothes malaise and diminishes fatigue. Music is spirit … essence … quintessence … heart … and soul.

I remember the day music re-entered my life—at the gym, when one song and vid caught my ear and eye. The Struts. A great band, which goes without saying, they’re the reason I managed to re-jumpstart my life. If I’d not heard that song and been motivated to check them out, I wonder if I’d have been prompted to re-evaluate my on-hold life and develop/define goals and dreams. Would I have been inspired to attend my first concert in years (and years) … to check out their competition … and embrace a wonderful world of lyrical, melodic delights?

I may still be moving at half-speed but it sure beats not moving at all. And, one day, without a doubt, I’ll be surging ahead … tripping the light fantastic to my own beat.