Growing Versions

a vein of sea you cannot view is buried deep inside of me. the world goes round, the cars rush past, but still the waves churn underground. beyond the where that you can view, there is a place that is deep it holds a mystery that will not be known, it's a secret that I can keep.

For the longest time, I did not consider myself a musical person.  I have always described myself as more of a visual person. I added to a youtube playlist now and then when I heard a song I liked on a tv show or on the radio but I almost never listened to it. Occasionally, I was moved to listen to it or parts of it. It was not my go to mind releaser when I was writing. I prefered to either watch something or listen to talk radio.  It was my preference to be distracted by discussion.  Maybe this came from doing homework at the kitchen table.  For some reason, I found music intrusive. I played piano as a child, but gave up after a few years. Again, just not my thing. A couple of years ago though, I got gifted a keyboard and I started to play around with it.  It was like muscle memory.  I did have one or two musical bones in my body after all.  I craved more.  It was really relaxing in a way that t.v. or reading was not. Lately, I've drift...

The advice was a little late for me, I didn't hear it until after my kids graduated out of infanthood, but it is such good advice that I apply it to my life now even without babies keeping me up all hours. The advice is this: when you have an infant keeping you up throughout the night, keep going back to bed until you accumulate enough hours of sleep that you are used to.  This is not easy if you are at home alone with kids, but it's good advice in principle. This advice applies to anyone.  Ignore it at your peril. I did, but now I am taking it all the way to new level of enough.