Musical Musings

Music is a really integral part of my life. It always has been. For as far back as my memory goes, I've been involved in some type of music. Children's choir at church starting at age 4. Musical theater and voice lessons starting at age 8. Middle school choir, followed by high school regular choir, show choir and drama. Community theater (for a few years) after high school. I even sang with a band for a year or so. Recently, I have not been involved in music first hand, but it is just as important to me now as it ever was. But I digress. This isn't about me, because these days it seems the musical impact is more from OTHER people's music than my own. This morning while driving to work, one of my favorite songs by one of my favorite singer/songwriters came on my iPod. It's one of those songs I get lost in. Like, the songwriter was hanging out in my soul when he wrote it. So, I've decided to share it.

Metal & Wood - by Tyrone Wells (Click to Listen)

Take all the metal and wood
Used in the waging of war
And teach the men who make those weapons
To build shelter for the poor

Take all the money we spend
On the way that we appear
Find the ones who die of hunger
And help them live another year

Before we fade away
Let's make a better day
This world will keep on turning
After we are gone, long gone

There was a forest I loved
Where the air was fresh and clean
We took the forest for a factory
So we could build some more machines

When I was young I learned to sing
And music blossomed in my soul
We took the music from the schools
And left the darkest, gaping hole

Where will our children be?
If they don't learn to see?
Millions of voices falling silent til' they're gone

When we were young
All the world was new
But soon we found
The childhood fairy tales were never true
And how the story ends
Depends on you
And me

Where will our children be?
If they don't learn to see?
Millions of voices falling silent til they're gone

Before we fade away
Let's make a better day
This world will keep on turning
After we are gone
After you are gone
After I am gone, long gone

Seriously, I got goosebumps just typing out the lyrics. And while all of it speaks of things that are in my heart, there is one part that makes me think. "Take all the money we spend, On the way that we appear, Find the ones who die of hunger, And help them live another year". I DO spend money on material things, and I'm not saying we shouldn't. I will always buy make-up, clothing and things of the like, but maybe I don't need to buy quite so much of it. Maybe that extra could be better used...

This may end up being a reoccurring post type. After all, my closest friends will tell you that my favorite thing to do in this world is to share music. It only makes sense for it to show up on my blog. :)

Full of Thoughts

Do you ever have days when you just feel "thoughtful"? I don't mean in the traditional sense of "oh that was thoughtful of you", but more when you are full of thoughts. That seems to be me today. I fall into a state of being full of thoughts every so often, and suddenly everything seems to happen with purpose and a deeper meaning. Like the stars align in the exact moment that your heart is the most open. I might be losing some of you right now...I'll get to the point.

I was looking through some .doc files at work today, looking for a form for something or another and I came across something I'd saved several months ago and had forgotten about. For some reason, (thank you aligning stars) I chose today to open it, and today is when I really let the words sink in. It kind of reminded me of my post from years ago about things I've learned. (Which I said I'd expand on and never did. Oops.) There are several things that really stood out to me, so I put them in bold. I hope you will all find a few that stand out to you, too.

I Believe... That just because two people argue, doesn't mean they don't love each other.
And just because they don't argue, doesn't mean they do love each other.

I Believe...That we don't have to change friends if we understand that friends change.

I Believe...That no matter how good a friend is, they're going to hurt you every once in a while and you must forgive them for that.

I Believe... That you can do something in an instant that will give you heartache for life.

I Believe...That it's usually takes a long time to become the person you want to be.

I Believe...That you should always leave loved ones with loving words.
It may be the last time you see them.

I Believe...That you can keep going long after you think you can't.

I Believe...That we are responsible for what we do, no matter how we feel.

I Believe...That either you control your attitude or it controls you.

I Believe...That heroes are the people who do what has to be done when it needs to be done, regardless of the consequences.

I Believe....That with your best friends, you can do anything or nothing and have the best time.

I Believe....That sometimes the people you expect to kick you when you're down will be the ones to help you get back up.

I Believe...That sometimes when you're angry you have the right to be angry,
But that doesn't give you the right to be cruel.

I Believe....That maturity has more to do with what types of experiences you've had and what you've learned from them and less to do with how many birthdays you've celebrated.

I Believe....That it isn't always enough to be forgiven by others.
Sometimes, you have to learn to forgive yourself.

I Believe...That no matter how bad your heart is broken the world doesn't stop for your grief.

I Believe....That our background and circumstances may have influenced who we are,
But we are responsible for whom we become.

I Believe...That you shouldn't be so eager to find out a secret.
It could change your life forever.

I Believe....Two people can look at the exact same thing and see something totally different.

I Believe...That your life can be changed in a matter of hours by people who don't even know you.

I Believe....That even when you think you have no more to give, and a friend cries out to you - you will find the strength to help.

I Believe...That the people you care about most in life are often taken from you too soon.

I Believe...The happiest of people don't necessarily have the best of everything;
They just make the most of everything they have.

Life Well Lived - Vol 2

Since starting this segment last week, I've had fun clicking through pictures as I make my list of things that I feel have made my Life Well Lived. As I started making this list, I also realized that, while I often feel behind in a lot of ways, I've also done some pretty neat things in my life. I know if you are just viewing my blog for the first time, these posts may seem like humble brags, but if you will revert back to my first post on the subject, Kelsey's words so perfectly explain what it's all about.

I have touched the Stanley Cup.

This is me, with my Dad, Frankie and Mom in 1999 after the Dallas Stars won The Stanley Cup. We were season ticket holders so after the big win, they contacted everyone who held tickets to offer this once in a lifetime opportunity...and my parents jumped on it. I will be honest, this day is kind a blur for me now. I was SO overwhelmed with excitement...and anxiety that I might run into Jamie Langenbrunner, Mike Modano or my "hockey boyfriend" Niko Kapanen*. (I didn't. Though I DID meet both Langenbrunner and Modano at later dates.) I also remember being afraid to actually TOUCH the Cup. As you can see, my hand is just kind of hanging out inches away. Frankie didn't share those fears, obviously. ;)

*In an effort to calm my jealous husband's nerves, "hockey boyfriend" does not mean he was actually my boyfriend. I just had a giant crush on him.


My Mom & I started an American Idol tradition.

If you read my blog regularly, you already know all about my LOVE for American Idol. Well, my Mom shares that love. We also love the American Idol Tour concerts...and this year will be the 5th year we've gone. I debated making a collage from all the American Idol concerts we've been to together but we didn't take pictures together a couple of the years, so instead, I went my favorite which was from Season 8. As you can see from our t-shirts, Mom was all about Danny Gokey ("Gokey Gang") and I was all about Matt Giraud ("The Matt Pack"). We are hardcore, haha. It's a really fun "thing" that we have together, and we are both already counting down the days until July 20th for this season's!

I stood in the locker of my favorite college basketball player.

Frankie and I were raised in a household that revolved around two sports seasons...baseball and college basketball. Both my parent's went to University's that were (at least at one point) known for their basketball teams. Well, my Dad won us over with our love for baseball (and his hometown team, the Chicago Cubs) but my Mom won the college basketball battle with her alma matter, The University of Kentucky. Frankie and I were bleeding blue from a very young age, and I will openly admit that as a pre-teen, I cared just as much about how cute the players were as I did about the game itself. But the end of my teens and into my early twenties I developed a deeper love for the actual game, but always latched on to certain players. And of all the players to wear a Wildcat jersey, Chuck Hayes takes the proverbial cake for me. SO when my Mom and Uncle got us a tour of Rupp Arena, this moment captured above was very, VERY well lived.

Are you sharing what makes YOUR Life Well Lived? 'Cause you should. :)

Life Well Lived - Vol 1

My good friend and fellow blogger, OperaWife, has recently started posting in a series called "Life Well Lived", brought to us by Kelsey, every Wednesday. I was inspired after reading both of their posts, so I am jumping on the band wagon.

Kelsey describes it like this:

For me, thinking about the things that I've experienced and being joyful for those moments, means more than reaching into a future that I can't control.

LOVE!!! Reading this gave me chills. It brought my soul to life as I looked back (with Mandy's ["OperaWife"] help) and realized that my life HAS been well lived! So, without further ado...

1. I sang "Texas Moon" with Stoney LaRue.

This gets first billing, because honestly, short of my wedding day, this was the best night of my life. In 2005, before Stoney LaRue's velvety pipes had ever touched the radio, we became friends. And this night, with the urging of my Mom and some of my friends, Stoney pulled me up to the mic and I sang my heart out.

2. I donated my hair to Locks of Love...twice.

2005

I donated 10 inches, the minimum donation. And it was traumatic for me, haha. Ryan will tell you I cried...hard. He is right. But, I quickly got over it and remembered that it was for such a good cause.

2011

You all know the story on this journey. :)

3. I bought the car I always wanted.
No, I did not accidentally post a picture of Jetta. That right there, that's the car I started lusting after as a pre-teen. I used to have posters of Jettas in my bedroom, so when the time came to take out my first car loan...I knew it was VDub or bust. And I love my little car, who I have lovingly named Ophelia.

I will post a few things that have made my Life Well Lived every Wednesday, and I hope YOU will too. And when you do, email Kelsey (kelsey@kelseytoney.com) and let her know!

We've Moved...on the web

Welcome to the new home of the blog formerly known as The Newlywed Naslunds!

After some thought, I decided that it was time to graduate from "Newlywed" status, after all, we will have been married for 3 years this coming November. So, please excuse the "construction" as I transfer everything over....and don't forget to click "follow"! :)

Heroin on the Mind : A repost

It was a strange week in my hometown of Flower Mound. To give a brief background, 17 young adults (ages 17-24) were arrested in connection with a heroin ring. In, what my parents used to coin, "Crime Free Flower Mound". Of course, that wasn't true, there is no such thing. But, I digress.

Upon learning of this huge bust, the news circulated quickly, and before long I learned that I had a direct connection to one of the young adults arrested. I used to babysit for him. Of course, that was many years ago, but it didn't matter. My heart was so heavy - not just for his family - but for the families of all involved.

In the link directly below, you will find the blog post that prompted this one. My dear friend, Lindsay, who I link to often, wrote an absolutely beautiful post about the goings on this week. I urge you to read her post, because it closely reflects many of my feelings as well:

http://lindsayelise0527.blogspot.com/2011/05/heroin-on-mind.html

As I state in her comments section, I have known people who fought serious addiction, from both alcohol and drugs and have witnessed, first hand, the devastation left in its path when one cannot survive this addiction. It's so easy to judge addicts when you don't understand it and it saddens me that the majority do just that - judge instead of love.

Hippy

Last night, two of my best friends & I had a fabulous movie night with Lindsay and two of her friends. It was such a fun, laid back night with a lot of laughter and love. Toward the end of the night, we were all trading stories and somehow got on to the topic of Lindsay and I being judged for our "free spirits". Lindsay's story is not mine to tell, but I will share mine.

I was at a local grocery store picking up a bundle of (organic) bananas. I was wearing a shirt with several peace signs on it and had feather earrings in. A lady walked up behind me, looked me up and down, turned up her nose and muttered "F---ing hippy." I was IN SHOCK. I could not understand how my standing there had caused her enough harm to spew those words. I gathered myself, gave her the biggest, cheesiest smile I could muster, threw both hands into peace signs and said "Peace" before walking to another line. Now here's the point of this story...lately I've been called a hippy a handful of times, and each time it was meant as an insult. I am still trying to wrap my head around this. Now, without stamping a "label" on Lindsay, I will just say that we are very similar in heart and spirit. She, too, has been called "hippy" with a negative connotation. So, after we left her apartment she sent me an email with the definition of "a hippy".

Here's what we think people, who are using is negatively, think hippies are: "The recent term hippy more commonly refers to drugged out dirty teenagers, or later joiners of the movement who just wanted to be cool and did not really care about all the issues. Most 'hippies' will not be offended by the term, because in its originality, it was interchangeable with the term 'flower child'... There tends to be a very misunderstood association of hippies with hard drugs." <- That right there could not be more wrong.

Here's what we think of as hippies: "The original flower child movement was made of people who promoted love over hate, wanted to end the war, were very intelligent and politically active, were unsatisfied with today's culture and wished to expand their minds and those of the people around them. They tended to be very liberal... They were very concerned with the world around them, not just war, but poverty, women's rights, civil rights, youth's rights, and the preservation of the environment."

Yup. That pretty much describes me to a tea. And you know what? I'm PROUD of my free spirit. I think it makes me a more open-minded, loving person. (And no, I am NOT saying that if you aren't of a hippy mindset that you don't have an open-mind or that you aren't loving.) So, call me a hippy all you want, lady at the grocery store. I'll smile and wish you "Peace" every time.