The Misadventures of an Enthusiast of Love |
I'm on a mission to experience love, not just romantic love as most people would expect, but to find love of myself, love of others, love of the divine, and last of all, love of a man. I figure I'll begin with love of myself because as the old saying goes, "You can't love someone else until you love yourself." Here I go again on my own... |
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“…music, when it hits you, you feel no pain.”
Photograph taken at Reggae festival in Jacksonville, Fl
I have felt comfortably numb for days. I haven’t been sad or happy or inspired or angry. I haven’t wanted to talk or be talked to. Finally, after reading Chelsea’s blog about the power of music, I felt something. I actually had goosebumps. I decided to follow suit and let music bring some emotion to the surface. I turned on the first song that struck me as appropriate and let it play. I picked Queen’s Bohemian Rapsody, and I listened and sang along. I laughed; I guffawed, if you will, remembering the many times and situations the song has been sang with the people I love. I realized in my attempts to guard myself from being hurt, I’ve blocked out the good stuff as well. I not only lost the pain, but I lost my smile.
Queen brought back my smile…
