Friday, October 17, 2014

Happy Birthday, Slim Shady!

Happy Birthday to you!
Happy Birthday to you!
Happy Birthday, Dear Marshall.
Happy Birthday to you!

Happy Birthday to the little boy who went through so much and came out so strong, who fought back against doubt and rose up against struggle.

Happy Birthday to the teenage rebel who was determined to find his true voice and forcefully and creatively raised it, demanding to be heard.

Happy Birthday to the young man who laughs at fear and spits in the face of apathy, who embraces hard work and loves his friends like brothers. Happy Birthday to you.

Happy Birthday to the artist who refuses to stop creating, who dreams in full volume and color and shines!

Happy Birthday to the poet who writes a glorious life for himself through care and discipline and by demanding the best from himself so that he can rightfully claim his peace.

Happy Birthday to the citizen who stands up and shares his journey with others so they too can feel hope and spread light.

Happy Birthday to the father that raised his daughters to know they are loved and beautiful souls and worthy, inspiring human beings.

Happy Birthday to the beautiful son of Debbie.

Happy Birthday and many, many more to you, Marshall Mathers, Eminem and Slim Shady! 

Peace and Love and "Grattitude" always!



Wednesday, October 15, 2014

Rebirth Road

- Friedrich Nietzsche

Music is a moral law. It gives soul to the universe, wings to the mind, flight to the imagination, and charm and gaiety to life and to everything.
Music doesn't lie. If there is something to be changed in this world, then it can only happen through music.
-Jimi Hendrix

“In my own worst seasons I've come back from the colorless world of despair by forcing myself to look hard, for a long time, at a single glorious thing: a flame of red geranium outside my bedroom window. And then another: my daughter in a yellow dress. And another: the perfect outline of a full, dark sphere behind the crescent moon. Until I learned to be in love with my life again. Like a stroke victim retraining new parts of the brain to grasp lost skills, I have taught myself joy, over and over again.” 
 Barbara Kingsolver, High Tide in Tucson: Essays from Now or Never

“Then came the healing time, hearts started to shine, soul felt so fine, oh what a freeing time it was.”
― AberjhaniChristmas When Music Almost Killed the World