Tag: gratitude

grateful for music

This topic surprised me. I am trying not to follow any sort of order with these entries, so I sit down at the computer and whatever is top of mind comes out. Yesterday I started playing with the Remote app for my iPhone, which allows me to control iTunes on my iMac over our wireless network. Today I was able to play one of my iTunes playlists in the front-room while entertaining friends. It was such a small but rewarding accomplishment.

I don’t recall being overly interested in music as a child, although I grew up with a father who appreciated classical music and a mother who was a professional vocalist.  There were some piano lessons, drum lessons, and voice lessons, the last of which served to inspire a few different involvements with bands when I was older. I have never had any confidence about my voice, however, despite repeated attempts on my mother’s part to get me to sing along with her.

Regardless of my interest level, there always seemed to be an album or cassette playing in my childhood home.  I was exposed to much more than I knew at the time; the other day I recognized a piece from Satie that could only have been played for me decades ago. Only now do I realize how integral a part of my life music is, how I use it for solace, for refuge, for stimulation, for contemplation.

My favorite band has been They Might Be Giants for many, many years, but I am willing to listen to anything once.  Thankfully, I receive excellent guidance from my music-loving and musicmaking friends.  One of my favorite things to do with FunkyPlaid is perusing the endless bins at Amoeba, wondering if that next risky purchase is going to contain something that crawls into my brain and stays a while.

While I don’t attend many concerts, I love stumbling upon live music.  Most recently, I heard the Smith Dobson Quartet at the de Young during the Chihuly opening weekend celebrations.  I was utterly transfixed by the melodies, and later purchased a CD online as well as one from Smith’s sister Sasha Dobson, another remarkably talented person.  Since I am horrible at classifying into genres, please take a moment to click their links and listen for yourself.  That reminds me: I always meant to share some of my current favorites via my Muxtape. Perhaps I’ll work on that next!

(This entry is part of one month of gratitude.)

grateful for friendship

Simply put: I would not be the person I am without the support and love of my friends. I have been blessed my entire life with excellent friendships.  The only thing I struggle with, friendship-wise, is the occasional feeling of being left out or excluded. This feeling is entirely a fabrication of my fear, as I have no evidence to support it.

Aside from my parents, my longest contiguous friendships are with Adam (22 years) and Lara (16 years).  They each live thousands of miles away, but I know we can pick up right where we leave off, whenever that happens to be.  I also know that we know each other very well, and accept each other for exactly what we are.  I can’t ask for more from a friend.

A difficult lesson I am learning is how to cultivate friendships with a limited amount of free time. I will have to work even harder when I am in graduate school and have even less free time.  Lately I have spent more time fiddling with social software than I have actually being social.  Is that a function of the area or the times, or is it just me coddling my own introversion?

(This entry is part of one month of gratitude.)

grateful for home

Today I am grateful for my home, which is why I retreated to it immediately after work tonight.

My relationship with my home is a bit complex.  All of my life I have struggled with the meaning of home and of belonging. Since I was eleven years old, with each parent in a different state, I have felt ties to more than one place. I seem always to be in a state of geographical flux, which may make moving less difficult for me than for other people. I tend not to identify myself with any one place for very long.

All that said, I am falling in love with my current place of residence.  It is starting to feel like home to me, instead of merely a very nice house in which I happen to reside.  I am beginning to learn its creaks and quirks; I know where the light-switches are in the dark.  It is big and quiet and close to the ocean.  It is cozy and comforting, grounding and centering, and somewhere I enjoy sharing with friends as much as I enjoy hoarding it with my beloved.

(This entry is part of one month of gratitude.)

one month of gratitude

My social software habits have become dreadful. My status updates are usually complaints about work or illness, compiled as an archive of generic distress that makes me cringe. I am not a victim of circumstances, and I want to behave accordingly. To this end, each day this month I will attempt to write about the things in my life for which I am grateful.

Today’s subject is the easiest: I am grateful for FunkyPlaid. Yesterday I felt utterly out of sorts by the time I returned home from work, and he listened to me, talked gently to me, drew me a bath and rubbed my aching, neglected feet. I generally avoid thinking about my feet because they creep me out, but today they creep me out a little less. That’s saying something.

Last night is just an example of how kind and generous he is to me. I could write about only him for the entire month, but it wouldn’t be a challenge. Here’s hoping that the last few days I won’t have to resort to topics like “shampoo” and “sporks made from corn”. (But I really do like them both.)

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