Going up? Elevator Music and Other Awkward Moments
Dear Friends,
For those of you reading from around the world, it’s Winter here in Northeast Ohio, USA. Snow, ice, plow trucks, side-walk salt all frame a post-holiday lack of enthusiasm. While I am normally an extroverted person, today I would like to be a bear, hibernating in a fetal position until the smell of Spring and my growling belly wake me from my z’s.
Music can be uplifting, comforting, rhythmic, transcendent, playful, and scary.
Sometimes, maybe even more essentially, music can act as a “filler” for the more awkward moments in life, such as:
*When you’re in the doctor’s waiting room waiting for the results of your urine test…
* Late night grocerie shopping when that weird guy keeps ending up in the same aisle as you…
* or, one of the most AWKWARD places of all… the ELEVATOR.
The elevator is such a wonderful place, isn’t it? It’s a place where:
* there are so many floors, so little time…
*you can cram close to a complete stranger
* you can witness your husband pass gas, only to be followed by an unexpected rider from floor 5.
… all kept light by that repetitive jazz fluff playing in the background.
The moral of the story is: Don’t underestimate the power of Muzak.
And by the way, here’s 10 Hours of Elevator Music just for you. Just what you wanted, right? ;O)
I’d love to hear about one of your awkward stories. Drop me a comment!
Going up?
Silly Saturdays! A Silly Poem and Coloring Activity
Hi, Lifesong Family!
Welcome to our very first “Silly Saturday”, where I bring to you goofy, crazy, funny stuff to brighten your day. I wrote a poem to make you laugh, and below you’ll find a link to a page where you can print music-themed coloring pages for free.
A Silly Poem:
Which Instrument is the Best?
There’s a huge sea of instruments
just waiting to be played!
But which one will YOU choose?
Which would you NEVER trade?
Smooth and low sings the cello,
but it makes me fall asleep.
The violin plays high and melodious,
When out of tune, it makes me weep.
Bagpipes whine in endless drone,
And then there’s the attention-seeking trombone!
The oboe makes a sound like a quack.
The piccolo might as well be a knick-knack.
The flute, clarinet, and chimes are just boring,
And the accordion, well, it might as well be snoring.
The whole percussion section makes my head ring.
And sadly, the bassoon is too big to fling.
Now what do I do?
I’ve gone through most of them this afternoon.
I guess I’ve decided…
I’ll settle for spoons.
(the end)
Thanks for checking in with us today! Here’s the link to your free coloring pages!
http://www.coloring.ws/music5.htm
Hope your day is EXTRA silly!
Love,
How Lyrical Are You?
Hi, Lifesong Family!
There is a person that I know; we’ll call her “Julie” for privacy. She is an awesome woman. She’s strong, smart, serious, and organized. She’s very direct when she’s talking to you, and you can feel that she’s guarded. This was my picture of her up until one day she met my daughter Gia. Julie was all of the sudden a different person! She let her guard down. Her tough exterior melted. Her voice became sweet, melodious, engaging. “Hello, little sweet Gia!,” she exclaimed with a true smile… Pretty cool to see.
Now, wouldn’t it be neat to see grown-ups greet each other like this?
Unguarded. Engaging. Nurturing. Lyrical.
What if we went around talking to each other as if the other person was the sweetest little thing in the world?
“Oh, Hello, sweet little Cassie! Aren’t you just the cutest little teacher!”
Haha.
You know those people in your life who say that they don’t sing? Most will sing for a baby, and I don’t care if the notes or the words are wrong, it’s the most authentic thing to hear. We know that babies won’t judge us. We know that they are vulnerable and need care.
So my challenge for you today is to be a little less guarded when interacting with people today. Be more lyrical with your voice. Let your intonation go up and down freely. Surprise someone today with your warm, melodious authenticity.
What are some other instances where you observe people are less guarded?
Love,
