A post I felt compelled to create after listening this playlist while chatting and painting in LMM...
Hey Guys its been a minute since I did an actual blog here on LMM. Just keeping up with TheRichAnt.com blog is a handful at times.
Anywhoodle....Lately I have been painting while in silence because I need that quite time to think and have a talk with my maker. However today I went in the arsenal of playlist I have in various online venues and even on my own computer.
I consider myself to be a old head when it comes too music. I love my moms oldies the same as I love my own. I guess that's what happens when you grow up in a house hold that has always had music playing out loud. My mom is a designer and when me and my sister were kids she mainly designed clothing. So there were always fashion show rehearsals at the house. She designed for Washington DC's most elite and high ranking back in the late 70's and throughout the 80's.
Now that I've set the stage let me get to the puddle of tears.... Music has a way of sending you on a time travel. Which isn't hard for a ruminator like myself. Often times I find it hard to just enjoy the here and now because I spend so much time reflecting, turning, and replaying my past. I had such a great childhood and I miss those good ole days. Playing Barbie's on the front porch at either my house or my childhood bestie. Playing kickball with the entire neighborhood. The family cookouts. Going bike riding and exploring in the woods. Hanging out at Hains Point when you could drive through it (u have to be from this area to understand that one) My teenage years were good too. Although back then you thought a heartbreak would literally kill you. Only to learn you do survive and fall in love again. I have also been blessed with a family full of good people. Some are now passed on and I miss them terribly. They are a reminder of how life truly does go on. Yet you miss the past when they were in it.
All this makes me cry while I stand here at my easel this morning. Tears of joy and of sorrow. Sometimes I want to go back in time. Sometimes for a do over to fix mistakes, or just to revisit good times and love ones. That's what good music does for me. It inspires me, moves me, fills me, makes me smile, makes me cry, makes me dance, and ultimately makes me wanna paint. So I stand here in my puddle full of tears and inspiration at my easel.
So I invite you to come and take a jump in that puddle with me, get a little wet and get a whole lot inspired.