Heart Moments on Wings of Memory

Hallelujah from the heart of Leonard Cohen just took Leonard and his old scratchy voice into my heart. What a gift my music app just slung into my afternoon to wake me from my late afternoon fatigue. I do not take these tech gifts for granted remembering when I would have to get the LP album from off the crammed shelf and play it on a turntable. Here in a moment of peace I look up and see the trees and the neighbor’s garden beyond my windows. And I thank God for this lovely peaceful moment thank my old piano teacher and the conductor of the Houston Youth Symphony where I sang before my voice changed and my parents who carpooled me from our suburb to the old auditorium downtown where my young mind and soul were nourished by adults who cared for our young minds and voices. Who knew that the gifts of these people would spring up in my mind eight decades later and mental images of Leopold Stokowski who directed us at a grand concert in the Houston Music Hall. He loved children but delivered high pitched hell to the symphony players at rehearsals.

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