The Power of a Song

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“Perhaps it is how we are made; perhaps words of truth reach us best through the heart, and stories and songs are the language of the heart”
― Stephen R. Lawhead

Music and songs have always been an integral part of my life. I can figure out where I was and what I was doing when I used to listen thousands of songs. Working midnight shifts gave me ample opportunity to listen to music. My memory is strong with notes, words, cadence and rhythms. Some songs can bring me to tears, such as “Wishing you were somehow here again” from the Phantom of the Opera, “Amazing Grace” sung by Carrie Underwood and “Nessun Dorma” interpreted by Luciano Pavarotti.

Some songs make me stop and dance such as “Happy” by Pharrell Williams, “Staying Alive” by the Bee Gees and many of the bluegrass songs my husband introduced in our lives.

Last week, I heard a song that moved me in ways none had done before. It was played at my nephew’s funeral and although it is not the typical type of song I have in my current repertoire, it certainly is now. My nephew Michel loved his music, and he enjoyed playing so everyone could share its sounds. As pictures streamed giving us so many glimpses into Michel’s life, this music gave me shivers, shook me to the core. I grasped most of the words but the overall music is what grabbed my every brain cell. Perhaps it was a combination of the high level of emotions everyone in the room felt, or the flashback to my high school days of Led Zeppelin or Pink Floyd. Whatever it was, it stayed in my mind.

Later on, I downloaded the song and the words and really gave a an attentive listen and I was moved by the words, and the song took an even bigger place in my mind. I wanted to share this with you as I know many of my immediate and extended families not to mention friends and acquaintances are going through some very challenging times. This may not be something you enjoy, or appreciate, and I respect this. But perhaps, just perhaps, it gives you a 9 minute pause in your busy day to think of something else…

I took the liberty of adding the words to this blog – and if you are so inclined, the link to the music. I do want to mention the song is rock-blues… far from a ballad, but it certainly has found a place on my ipod.

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The song can be heard at Youtube: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cE197vnfQF8

Michel, your influence continues on… May you look over those who love and care for you.

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A gift from the heart

It was during our annual siblings birthday party and the time came to open our presents. We’ve been doing this for more than a decade, saving all our siblings’ birthday gifts for this one day. It was handed to me and I immediately thought it might be a book, however, something was moving inside the harder cover giving me doubts about my first guess.

I gently removed the wrapping and found a hard box protecting a book. I pulled it out and immediately felt a small tug at my heart as I glanced on the cover and noticed the beautiful art; poppies! As many of you know, poppies mean so much to me now, as they were one of my sister’s favorite flowers, and I titled my last Camino as “The way of the poppies” in her honour and her memory.

The next thing I noticed was the title of the book “Life from an optimist’s point of view”. “Ah, a book about optimism” I thought, which fitted me well since I consider myself a true optimist. Then it hit me “Wait, that’s my website’s main title.
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It still hadn’t sunk in until my dear sister Monique said “Read the inside cover”.

“This book was specially created for my sister Sylvie Hanes for our sibling annual birthday party August 2014. It is full of my favorite of her blog entries from August 2010 to May 2014. My favorite is the entry “I leaked” from May 17, 2011″

At that very moment the tears came a’flooding! How ironic her favorite entry is about me crying! I could not believe I held in my hands a compilation of some of my blog entries so beautifully arranged with both original pictures and some of her choice. I felt humbled, incredibly touched and amazed that someone though enough of my writing to put it together this way.

So many people have blogs, and we write for many reasons. My first ever blog states “This medium will allow me to share experiences, thoughts, questions and of course, my pictures.” Little did I know back then that four years later, I would still be leveraging this medium. Writing to me, from an early age, has always been a way for me to express myself. When I would have misunderstandings with my mother, I would revert to writing a follow up (most of the time, an apology) and reasoning behind my actions or behaviors. I’ve always favored my English or French classes for the joy of writing be it fiction or research work.

However, even though I know some folks read my blog, I don’t stop to think anyone really pay much attention to my words, with the exception of when I get comments or feedback; both of which always seem to surprise me. This book gave my words flight and a place to land (other than the web) and a physical reminder of my sometimes wild imagination, deepest thoughts and random chatter. The fact that anyone would take the time and effort to make such an amazing book touched me to the core.

You have encouraged me once again to put words to virtual paper. I seldom go back and read my entries, and I am going through each and every page of this wonderful book and remembering each and every moments that brought me to write those entries.
What an honor and a privilege to receive such a gift. To you, my dear sister, a huge heartfelt and sincere “Thank you”.

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