Smile, God loves you: Fusion
Jazz music is not my favorite genre of music, but it ranks high. I especially like cool jazz, which offers soothing and smooth bluesy lines around long curves. This type of jazz is like an artist who is painting a portrait of his muse.
My favorite music style is a fusion of classical, acoustic pop, folk, blues, classic rock, and country. A little bit of everything slowed and simmered into one pot. Think Norah Jones, Keb' Mo', Van Morrison, and Madeleine Peyroux.
The blending of music cultures births new voices that are aged with yesteryear. In this mixing, we often cultivate an enhanced respect and appreciation for what our ears and minds are adept at receiving. And if we truly hear, eventually we become moved by both the rhythm and the meaning of a song that may have simply been background music moments before. We become both the artist and the muse as we allow our emotions and experiences to compose and expose our souls' beats.
In the genuine listening of the beats of our souls, we become more sensitive and receptive to picking up the tune found in others, both verbal and nonverbal. Yet, there are days that can draw into months, even years, that we no longer understand the lyrics the world is playing, much less the individual solos.
Life can easily become background music. And the people we do life with fall into a song we have heard so many times that we do not realize we have faded them out. We do this for many reasons, sometimes as a defense mechanism to no longer be offended or disappointed. Other times, we withdraw because we convince ourselves we know what to expect from them – we have seen the score… and we know how this tune is played. Still sometimes, we tune others out because we do not want to get close enough to hear them as that would mean they would be close enough to hear us, and we do not like who we are at the moment.
"Sad birds still sing." – Faraway
As goofy as this may sound, when I see a silent bird perched on a wire alone, I wish I could fly and sit beside him, swaying gently as if on a set of schoolyard swings. I would not utter a word. Instead, I would listen. I would remain by his side until he felt like singing once more. And perhaps when he finally begins, I too will pour out a song that I had been holding like a heavy sigh for much too long. And maybe, just maybe, we will find solace and harmony in the blending of us. Fusion.
Look around. Cancel out the noise and listen to the lyrics of your song.
What are you putting out for others to hear?
When was the last time you slowed your pace and routine to truly listen to someone? To yourself?
Life is not meant to be background music. And we are not meant to live like closed music boxes.
SGLY, dear reader.
Smile, God Loves You.Tiffany Kaye Chartier is a Christian Author and opinion columnist. Submit feedback and connect for more soul lifts on Facebook: Tiffany Kaye Chartier, Instagram:@tiffanysgly, and Twitter: @tiffanychartier. The opinions expressed in this article do not necessarily reflect those of Texoma Marketing and Media Group.