Music and Movement and Guest Blogger upcoming this week....

I've always loved this band and this song.  I can totally relate to semi-tortured artists, being one of them.  The muse is moved more by things that haunt you vs. anything else.  When you listen to songs on the radio or read poetry, or books, whether fiction or non... it's pretty notable.  Anyway, this song, when it came out, really impressed me.  The late Kurt Cobain wrote this song and it is sung by the band Nirvana:  All Apologies

<span style="font-weight:bold;">What else should I be
All apologies
What else could I say
Everyone is gay
What else could I write
I don't have the right
What else should I be
All apologies

In the sun
In the sun I feel as one
In the sun
In the sun
I'm married
Buried

I wish I was like you
Easily amused
Find my nest of salt
Everything is my fault
I'll take all the blame
Aqua seafoam shame
Sunburn with freezeburn
Choking on the ashes of her enemy

In the sun
In the sun I feel as one
In the sun
In the sun
Married, Maried, Maried!
Buried!
Yeah yeah yeah yeah

All in all is all we are [x20<span style="font-style:italic;"></span></span>

This entry won't be about torture or apologies but the song was stuck in my head so I had to throw it out there.  For those of you who were born after Nirvana disbanded due to Cobain's death, you can get a glimpe from this live performance of the heart of a writer/artist.

Yes I consider myself an artist.  Writers are artists who paint with words... paint pictures in your head.  It's sad that with TV so prevalent today, as background noise, or just, to numb the masses, that great, great poetry, art, music, writing both fiction and non, and even fiber art like sewing and quilting (both of which I love to do) are just fading away.

The boys have never seen TV.  It is locked away in our bedroom, we DVR stuff like Saturday Night Live, which we love to watch since it is so funny and especially the political stuff is hysterical.  That is fun and clever TV and done live so it takes special actors/comedians to be able to perform live and so cleverly.

I don't know if and when we will ever dole out the TV to them.  I know that there are educational shows on PBS (that I watched when I was young, like Sesame Street) but right now, all they and we do is play all day.  When I volunteered at Horizons for Homeless Children, we were taught play is learning and actually, it is.

Their language is exploding now that both of them have mastered walking.

Now that they are walking I enrolled them in a Music and Movement class.  It is taught by my pastor's wife, Beth and she is amazing.  The class is so fun.  They move and groove and my guys are just so outgoing... fearless and independent, the way we hoped and prayed we would help them grow up to be!

The class incorporates song and instruments.  Perhaps the guys will grow up to be little rock stars trying to impress... we shall see.  If they learn anything from me it will be to see life through the eyes of an artist.  I see things in a very different way, not concrete at all.  I notice things about nature.  Like how in winter, though you could consider the trees, bare and bleak... I see something else. 

In winter I look at the trees as reaching towards the sky, an example of how life is renewed in spring.  You never see the tips of the branches reaching towards the skies in spring and summer.  You see the leaves... sometimes flipped over and silvery, preparing for rain... or green and verdant, canopies that provide shade and shelter.  I hope the boys will see with eyes like that and not take a thing for granted.  To see the unusual... laying on the ground looking at clouds and imagining familiar objects  or even dreaming up imaginary objects created by the cloud formation, like I did as a child.

Dreamers and creative... fearless and independent, that's what we hope and strive to help these little guys be.  The DH admires the way I write, his brain is wired so concretely, to dissect data and analyze things while mine wanders to the near-impossible... perseverence is my middle name... because to me, concrete data sometimes does not make sense.  That is how Faith is tied into our lives. 

You can't use concrete data to build Faith in God or in life and hopes and dreams.  You just have to push forward.  So that's what I hope to teach the little men.

Part of that is our volunteeer work at the Real Life Student Center.  We go on Thursdays and it is a joy.  Spending time with the kids and they see how hard it is to be a parent, but at the same time, I have the most intelligent, thoughtful conversations with the kids, and try to inspire them and give them the respect they deserve so they can trust.

I will finish this later, gotta get the guys ready for the day.

Look forward to a guest blogger this week,,, an online NYC Journalist and freelance writer (much like myself) who will be writing for this blog, and I, hers.

Will write more later...

Check the rest out on my blog, Half of a Duo, Raising a Duo, at:  http://micrimas.blogspot.com

 

 

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