A triumph of music

 Sensible aromas always pass my nose hairs and make me tingle a bit. Being wakened by the sounds of music flooding the entire house; our house was always a gateway into different genres. While cooking, baking, showering or just sitting on the couch the playing of music always seemed to enlighten our souls. 

Power comes from the source who is playing the cords that you feel compassion, love, fear, and sadness. Music that connects me to my parents is the rhythm and blues of mindful people that have the power to feel. Hearing the sweet sound of Brian Mcknight and John Legend reminds me of mornings in the kitchen. Here, dance breaks take place in-between cooking, and laughs spill in and keep us full. 

James Morrison and Ray Lamontagne take to those rainy days. The falling of long showers trickling down window ceils and plastering stained glass. The warming of our souls comes from the fresh tomato soup and music that cleanses your being. 

Though, the sounds of Lauryn Hills' Neo-soul single grips my whole being, and consumes me; filling me up with love and appreciation. To Zion, brings to life a love that only a mother can express. The decision to keep an everlasting love, that cradles and feeds a part of you you never knew needed replenishment. I know that the joy of my mother's life is found in her children, but the joy of mine is being able to live a life she created for me. So when the thought and feeling of being homesick approaches me I remember the connection I have to you and music. Self-soothing in a way that you taught me best. So until I am able to feel your warmth in a hug, I reach for the warmness of a ballad. 

My strength comes from the magic of music. The comfort that certain artists bring to warm and refill parts of my soul that need a pick-me-up. In the corner of my small bedroom dorm, I have my Bose speaker. My speaker voices the comfort of love, sadness, passion, and faith. Expressing the endearing lyrics of feelings.