I have always had a very strong connection to music. I played in all possible band configurations in high school and even wrote a little music. I used to sing. Lyrics will make or break a song for me; even if I like the music, if the lyrics suck, I probably won't buy the song. But if I can't stand the music, the lyrics won't get listened to. I am fond of many kinds of music, from 60's Motown to 70's rock and sappy ballads, 80's hairbands, 90's alternative and even some of today's stuff. I enjoy some New Age music, a select few country songs, and some odd stuff here and there.
Music is entertainment. Therapy. Relaxation or invigoration, whichever is needed. It sets a mood. It fixes a mood. It lays groundwork. It breaks up previously laid groundwork.
Music is breath.
And if music *is breath, then books are food.
I spent my lunch hour today doing what I love: browsing a used book store for bargains. I took in 2 bags of library inappropriate reading material and turned them into (with 12.00) another full bag of books. Some library appropriate, some not *smirk.
Every day, I take care of myself and my house and my job and my car and my cat and my family and my finances and my friends.
Today, I am taking care of my soul.
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