Letters to Life

Letters to Life (59)

“What comes up, must come down. But you and me, we’re floating above the ground”Mika (from: Stay High)


Dear Life,

After months of looking forward to it, February 13th was finally there: Mika’s concert in the Netherlands!

I can’t say I am a huge fan, Life, because you and me both know I am too lazy practical to spend a whole lot of time figuring this man’s life out (nor do I really care that much), but I do very much appreciate his music and live shows.

His latest album had been living inside my CD player for months, which was my most active attempt at getting his new songs down in time before the gig.

It’s just a little disappointing that I lost my voice a day before. But I reckon squealing along is better than sitting at home crying.

Mika’s show ended up teaching me a valuable lesson (or two) as well:

First, Life, I did not know it was humanly possible to have so much fun. Or maybe I forgot. People from all ages, cultural backgrounds and social statuses came together to have a blast – which we did. For one night, for a few hours, none of it mattered. We were all alike. Problem-, worry-, and hate-free.

Second, after searching the web for pictures of the show afterwards (I am always too lazy busy singing and dancing to take any myself), I accidentally found out Mika’s mother is ill. Very ill. Not-sure-she’s-going-to-make-it-ill.

If I was amazed at his performances before, I’m even more so now. For I can slightly imagine the horrors he must be facing, since my mother’s been there, too.

Which is exactly why I closed off my internet immediately, ran to my mum and held her.

She’s here still. I have her. I’ll lose her one day, but not today.

Enjoy yourself, but never take anything for granted ❤

Or, in Mika’s words: “Love today.”

 

 

 

 

Heart to Post

HEART TO POST – From A Secret Admirer To Her Secret Cellist: A Lyrical Letter

“One good thing about music: when it hits you, you feel no pain”Bob Marley

Dear secret cellist hiding in my street: you need to practice more.

Your notes sound off-tune and you cannot play a recognisable song decently. The force behind your strokes is unbalanced and they often sound weak, as if you miss the willpower to show your musical instrument who’s in charge. The melodies you play are too light and easily hide behind the Summer winds or go astray in the Autumn skies, fleeing upwards, eager to escape their earthbound destiny.

And their destiny, I am sure, is to make my heart beat with happiness.

Hearing you play makes me want to close my eyes in silent rejoice, letting your music fill my soul with an instant happiness and a gratefulness for being under your spell.

The colours of your music find their way into my head and heart, pushing out every bad memory of the day, week or even the year. For when I hear you practice, I lose track of my burdens and my only desire is to enjoy!

To me, it doesn’t matter you restart countless times in order to get it right. It doesn’t bother me that the music notes coming my way are muffled through numerous walls or are impurified by traffic noise in the background. The sweet sound of your cello makes up for everything. Even if it’s merely a hint, a glimmer I catch of it, it leaves me longing for more.

The first time I heard you practice was on a lovely Summer day and I can’t descrive how delighted I was when I first recognised the deep, warm sounds of your cello. You made my day perfect and I was quick enough to discard my book, lean back and close my eyes, thinking only how lucky I was for having someone who would undoubtedly play my favourite instrument often and make my heart sing equally frequently.

However, the second time I heard you practice was only a few days ago. Through my bathroom wall the faint remainders of the notes you must have been playing a few doors down waltzed in. I don’t even remember what I was doing, because the moment my ears picked up on your exercise, that’s all that mattered. Pure joy.

It’s the simplest things in life that cause the most happiness and you working to grow your talent is one of my happy flaws, I am ready to admit.

So yes, your notes are unbalanced and your strokes sound weak. Your melodies easily escape into thin air, but they are never quick enough to escape my ears. And even if you have a long, long road ahead of you of becoming better and better still, I like what I hear. I like how you make me feel.

Unknowingly, you make me a happier person. And there is always room for more happiness in my life. Therefore, I appeal to you:

Dear secret cellist hiding in my street: you need to practice more.

Aside

A Little Update – All About My About Me

For those of who who have eagerly been awaiting this day: I’ve updated my About Me page! Click on any of the links to go there (in this text, in the links session, on my image there –>) and see what is new.

I promise I will update more and write more. It’s just that every time I think I’m doing better, something else gets in the way. This time it’s a mild case of the flu and a large case of a terrible band currently playing outside on the grassy field near my house.
I reckon it’s to celebrate the new primary school’s first anniversary. However, they’d be better off playing the original version as opposed to this… In Dutch we would call it kattengejank (“a cat’s howling”).

So far, I’ve heard them severely abuse Ed Sheeran‘s Perfect as well as Narcotic from Liquido.

Kind of ironic, this, seeing as I share my personal playlist on my new About Me page – it’s filled with (good) music. Good and diverse, so go check it out!

That’s all I have to share right now. Life’s been pretty dull with the flu and work being just the same.

How have you all been doing? Let me know in the comments! 🙂

Heart to Post

Heart Warmer


This Heart Warmer truly does what it’s picked for: warm your heart.

Chloe Meineck has developed a Music Memory Box which helps people with dementia to… live again. And laugh and enjoy themselves and for brief moments, get lost in lovely memories of moments long passed, but forever cherished.

How it works? Family members can gather photos and items with lots of emotional meaning for their loved one with dementia, and add computerised chips to them. These chips/items, by putting them in the centre of the box, can then each be linked to a certain song, so when next placed there that same song will play.

And these songs have remarkable effects on the person with dementia. Someone even described using the box on her mother as: “When we use the box, we get her back for a moment.”

Inspiration for this box came when Chloe noticed how her demented great-grandmother would suddenly open up and reminisce over her past when certain songs were played in her nursing home. Chloe’s great-grandmother would seemingly come alive again, sing along to the songs and tell stories of her past.

Watch the full story here:

We should never underestimate the effect music can have on our minds, bodies and souls. And in this case: our memories.

I wish I could have had a box like this when my grandfather was still alive. All the stories he could have told me or those stolen moments won back again, even for just a fraction of time ❤ I am happy more and more people can benefit from this!

I wish you all a warm, happy and musically filled week!

 

 

 


If you want to read more about this wonderful story or learn more about the Music Memory Box, please go here
Status Update

A Very Quick And Frustrated Status Update


Do you know that feeling when you have to say goodbye to something, or someone, yet you really don’t want to?

Last week, my beloved Acer with Windows 7 and a similar old version of everything Office-related, decided it was time for retirement. I know, it’s sad. But I have to admit that my poor old (and its even a grey one) laptop served me very well for nearly 9 (!) years. So I reckon it is justified that it has decided it no longer wants to run fast, load pages like it used to, be a little distracted now and then, making everything freeze up…

I felt a little… like a betrayer as I used my dear Acer to buy its own replacement, yet also a little excited, because everything new is good, right?

NO IT ISN’T!!

I just spent two whole days trying to get that stupid Windows 10 to work FOR me instead of AGAINST me and I swear it’s a conspiracy of Microsoft to drive innocent people like me crazy as fast as possible!

And then when I thought I had it figured out, my Outlook went all psycho on me, and with Windows 10 and Outlook ganging up on me together, it’s needless to say the battle took hours.

But I persevered (do I ever give up?). I broke down the total AAAAAARGHHHHHHHHH Windows 10 Start Up Menu, who kept changing back to default after I’d adjusted it (read: after I spent ages adjusting it, hoping I’d end up enjoying it after all). I also broke down Outlook’s barriers by channeling my inner nerd and with a little (read: A LOT of) aid from Google.

I think I am okay now. I think.

Not sure yet. But… I am no longer screaming and desperate to throw my new Acer out of the window. After two days of owning it.

Adjusting can be difficult. What would make transitions like these easier, are programs that actually work as promised!

Anyway, the real reason I wanted to write this post was to let you all know I am still alive, yet a little less active than normal. I am not only stuck in transition laptop-wise, but also writing-posts-wise and job-wise. Seems like things are picking up for my coaching business, which is good, but also takes a lot of time. And that leads to me wanting to make a new, less-stressful posting schedule. Which I’ll get to if freaking Windows 10 will just stop playing games with me.

So you see: everything is connected in life. “In a circle, in a hoop that never ends.”

For now, here is a lovely video to help calm your nerves (in case you are also at war with Windows 10 and/or Outlook):