Today I was standing on my tip toes singing at the top of my
lungs. The sound reverberated and echoed
throughout the house. It was thrilling to
my soul and physically invigorating. I
was working hard, because these lungs of mine are a bit out of shape. It took all the wind I had to fill my lungs
and belt the sound from deep inside. The
words to an old gospel song filled our home with music and it made me melt
inside. I remembered how much I love singing and playing the piano. It was a bittersweet moment. And for just a few minutes I reflected on the
memories of making music.
I am a classically trained musician and for years I made my living teaching and performing. I would never have imagined that I would trade music for another occupation, but I did. I sold my beautiful Yamaha piano 7 years ago, and our family gave up our worldly good in exchange for the road less traveled...literally! We bought an RV and hit the road with nothing more than faith and dreams in our pockets. …
I am a classically trained musician and for years I made my living teaching and performing. I would never have imagined that I would trade music for another occupation, but I did. I sold my beautiful Yamaha piano 7 years ago, and our family gave up our worldly good in exchange for the road less traveled...literally! We bought an RV and hit the road with nothing more than faith and dreams in our pockets. …