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Windy outside. Has been for the past three days with gusts up to 45 mph. Definitely have to hang on to your hat. Yet, with the sun shining and comfortable temperatures, I took a walk. While walking I noticed something about the wind. The wind that blows in the winter has a distinct sound as it blows through tree branches barren of all leaves. It is so different than summer winds where trees are clothed in leaves. Nature makes it’s own music depending on the season.
I sure don’t sing very well. Practice would probably help but I doubt I could make a living at it. I would most likely loose a few friends if I sang too often. I also do not listen to much music since the radio in my car and my home stereo went “kaput.” I have an iphone but have not music on it. The music I enjoy at this place and time in life is sounds of nature: wind as it blows through trees, birds sining their morning song, water flowing in a stream, leaves crunching under foot, rain falling and even the quiet of snowfall.
But there is another enjoyable music in my life. I find at times while riding in my car or on a walk, that a song will rise up inside me and my spirit will quietly sing. There are those songs from the past, stored in my memory, that rise up and every once in a while a newly created song will flow forth. So when my spirit wants to sing, I do. It’s music from within, not from my ipod.