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I just got done watching the movie August Rush .  Something about it takes my words away and makes me want to replace them with music.  It's like the music just swipes the words out of my mouth. I know it's not a true story.  I know that the little boy probably wasn't playing because it never does really show his face and his hands playing guitar in the same shot. But something about it makes me think, what is stopping me, or anybody from being a genius.  Not a book genius per se, although sometimes people can become amazing because of what's inside them.  I mean gifts.  What are the bricks that build the walls that box us in? What stops us from taking just one step past the boundaries that people have laid for us in the past? If you write, what's stopping you from making the most spectacular gift there ever was to be written or read?  If you're a musician, what's stopping you from composing the m...

So I haven't posted anything in a while and I've been trying to work on something but it just isn't quite done yet.  However, there has been a lot on my mind with Christmas coming soon and there were some things I wanted to write about so I thought I would just sit down and write this now and worry about what I've been working on later.    This morning I had the radio tuned to a local variety station that is currently only playing Christmas music (surprise, surprise) and the music only from Handel's Messiah's Hallelujah Chorus started playing.  I waited for the words to start but they never did so I just sang along myself from what I knew.  I found it funny though that a radio station would play the music from such a blatantly Christian song, but not put the words with it.  I was glad that they played the music at least but it made me think about the whole issue of not recognizing the real meaning of Christmas in a whole new light...

I know I’ve been told many a time how fortunate I am to be able to own or experience even half of what I have now.  Don't get me wrong, I dont want to stop getting these things and I want to understand how blessed I am to have them, but  I still have a problem.  No matter how much I try to make it sink into my mind that I am blessed, I still feel that I deserve things.  The word even annoys me when used in certain contexts.  According to dictionary.com, one of the definitions of the word deserve is: 1 . to merit, be qualified for, or have a claim to (reward, assistance, punishment, etc.) because of actions, qualities, or situation 2. to be worthy of, qualified for, or have a claim to reward, punishment, recompense.   The reason I dislike the word in some contexts that it is most commonly used to argue that someone deserves something good.  Who of the human race...

So last time I posted, it was called  The Sound of Music I, which was what most of the post was about.  I did intend to make a second post involving the words of the title (hence, the I). This post, although it is titled almost the same, is about something a little different.  Last time I mostly wrote about the song My Favorite Things which is one of my favorite songs in the movie,  The Sound of Music.   I think that each person should have their own version of that song.  Everyone needs a collection of those things that they can think of and then they don't feel so bad.  Here are a few on my list . . . music in general acoustic music homade music worship music loud music bonfires fireplaces hot drinks heated seats microfiber blankets food scarves pump-you-up music christmas lights warm sweaters splitting meals people going out of their way to bless strangers my dogs my family my friends g...

I have always had a love for the movie The Sound of Music .  I would attribute this to the fact that I think I watched the movie about every other day when I was a little squirt but also (and mostly) to the fact that it is plainly just a well done movie.  With the watching of this high quality movie being such a common recurrence when I was little, it's no wonder that it ended up affecting my worldview.  I find myself somewhat often referencing that movie (usually in my mind) for some reason or another and this week I found myself again reminded of it.  One of the songs in it in particular . . . Raindrops on roses and whiskers on kittens Bright copper kettles and warm woollen mittens brown paper packages tied up with strings these are a few of my favorite things. . .  And on the song goes as you probably know if you've paid any attention to famous musicals starring Julie Andrews.  I think that apart from the catchy tune of this song though, there is a lo...