What Is Your Saxophone?
As the days unfold and Autumn slowly reveals its splendor and color, I find myself longing to make time for one of my true loves in life--writing. I say make time because I realize that so many other important and worthy and pressing and necessary facets of life vie for our time each day--so much so that time seems to sometimes just melt away. And, despite even all of those important and worthy, pressing and necessary things here I am--making time.
This past Sunday the shrill cry of a remarkably talented young lady's saxophone prompted me to be here right now making the time to write. Through the universal language that is music she spoke to not only me but a venue filled with souls--souls all longing for something different, but longing all the same. With notes that expressed a thousand emotions and spoke to us (yes, spoke to us) she took her gift and touched the hearts, spirits, and minds of all of those in her presence and it struck me. It. Struck.. Me. Futhermore, it got me to thinking (which usually leads to action).
I've got a saxophone. You've got a saxophone. We've all got a figurative saxophone and so often half the battle is figuring out what that saxophone is. No, I don't mean a literal wind instrument stashed away somewhere in the back of your closet behind your box of photos (remember when we used to actually have to send them somewhere and have them printed?) but I mean that thing, that special something, that special gift that makes others marvel, that thing that touches hearts, spirits, and minds. That thing that only you can do in that ridiculously wonderful way that only you can do. Some of our "saxophone abilities" come naturally, some we've got to hone over the years with schooling and practice to tune just so, others we happen upon. Nonetheless, no matter the scenario, I've come to know that just like literal saxophones our figurative saxophones will rust and rot away if left untouched.
What is your saxophone? Have you given it the time it deserves lately? Picked it up, shined it, and used it to touch or get in touch with someone else?
What is your saxophone? I urge you to play a melody sooner than late. For the sound and effects of your saxophone could be just the music that someone is longing to hear.
Until next time....
~NDJ
This past Sunday the shrill cry of a remarkably talented young lady's saxophone prompted me to be here right now making the time to write. Through the universal language that is music she spoke to not only me but a venue filled with souls--souls all longing for something different, but longing all the same. With notes that expressed a thousand emotions and spoke to us (yes, spoke to us) she took her gift and touched the hearts, spirits, and minds of all of those in her presence and it struck me. It. Struck.. Me. Futhermore, it got me to thinking (which usually leads to action).
I've got a saxophone. You've got a saxophone. We've all got a figurative saxophone and so often half the battle is figuring out what that saxophone is. No, I don't mean a literal wind instrument stashed away somewhere in the back of your closet behind your box of photos (remember when we used to actually have to send them somewhere and have them printed?) but I mean that thing, that special something, that special gift that makes others marvel, that thing that touches hearts, spirits, and minds. That thing that only you can do in that ridiculously wonderful way that only you can do. Some of our "saxophone abilities" come naturally, some we've got to hone over the years with schooling and practice to tune just so, others we happen upon. Nonetheless, no matter the scenario, I've come to know that just like literal saxophones our figurative saxophones will rust and rot away if left untouched.
What is your saxophone? Have you given it the time it deserves lately? Picked it up, shined it, and used it to touch or get in touch with someone else?
What is your saxophone? I urge you to play a melody sooner than late. For the sound and effects of your saxophone could be just the music that someone is longing to hear.
Until next time....
~NDJ
I enjoyed reading your entry "The Saxophone". It really got me to thinking what is my "saxophone". I am hoping to give more thought to it. Thanks Stacyann
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