This morning was peaceful. Grandpa pulled out the ole guitar. And it’s been awhile since he’s done that. He even said,
“I’ve just had an urge for pickin’.”
Then my mother jumped in with her banjo. and in seconds we were singing, She’ll be comin’ round the mountain. An awing moment.
My parents are baby-boomin’-spirit filled-passionate-opinionated-intellectual seeking-hippies. So naturally, of course, music is this omnipotent presence to them. And, I agree.
Music is a powerful instrument.
A form of expression.
Inspiring. Spiritual. Hypnotizing. Adventurous.
Music means various things to people and is utilized differently.
Music connects us together. A passion shared across race and culture.
A human experience.
~The chance for growth is infinite!~ Georgia