handwritten on August 3, 2019
My dad was and still is a brillian musician. My brother and myself owe it to him for urging us to take piano at a young age and choosing a band instrument. We owe jazz band to him. We owe marching band to him. Let's just say...we owe him a lot.
When we were younger, my dad used to play music for us to lull us to sleep. My brother, especially needed a magic dose of the music in order to calm down before rest time. We were layed out on a blanket and some twinkling music floated into our ears.
And as we grew older, the music that floated underneath began to float side by side as we watched our dad play sitting next to him on the piano bench and then side-by-side as we played duets and trios...
handwritten on August 2, 2019
Today was the last day of our SLA program and suprisingly-though I'm exhausted and fighting a head cold-I thank my lucky stars I was granted the opportunity to be part of this academy this year. The amount of people I met was unbelievable-I met some pretty beautiful people. And as I always say, if you pass up on an opportunity, you may be missing out on some of the most beautiful moments and people of this lifetime-this experience was no exception.
I remain a bit sad at the end of anything. And though I have brilliant adventures to look forward to, I still felt that twinge of sorrow I always feel when something really good comes to an end.
The sun was shining as the last bus pulled up for...
handwritten on July 31, 2019
Every person on this planet deserves a lot of love and a lot of respect, a lot of care and a lot of attention. And I think sometimes we are so good at pointing out the bad that we forget to point out the good. Or deliver a traveling note. I'm a huge writer. I've always been better delivering my thank-you's and compliments on paper. But I have found sometimes that delivering a verbal greeting card or a "traveling note" sometimes does just as much-even more to share that "lot of love" with another.
I'm not a parent yet, but someday I do hope to be, and I think maybe one of the most beautiful gifts for a parent may be hearing about something special regarding your child-an act of kindness, a...
handwritten on July 30, 2019
I think my mother slipped a book in my bag before I left the house and it happens to be entitled "The Sound of Colors." It's an incredible picture book written in free-verse of a woman navigating through the city without color but this realization that our sight does not provide color but our hearts provide the color. Our heart navigates what colors are translated into our own life.
There are beautiful lines written within this book, and it isn't just a book for those who cannot see-it's for everyone walking around in this world who are so busy they are ignoring the colors, or who continue to see without their heart. Navigating the subway in this story I think is a metaphor for navigating...
handwritten on July 29, 2019
Every morning during summer camp I watch parents drop their children off in the mornings, and I have gathered some of the most touching moments and somewhat humorous when the parent says goodbye to their scholar. However, there is one moment that sticks in my mind because it's a moment that continuously repeats each and every day with absolutely no variation in words. There is always this young mom who drops her son off to school, walks in with him to the cafeteria and before hugging him goodbye she crouches next to him and says the following words:
Be brave buddy
Be kind to your friends
Work hard
And be a gentleman to the ladies
I love you
I love the fourth line. It truly made me chuckle...
