There's nothing like a great song playing in your car. The ideal scenario is when it's a great song on a sunny day and all the windows are rolled down. Right now, I have to settle for a great tune turned high so I can hear it above the blast of the car heater as I drive slowly along slippery city streets.
One of my favourites right now is Michael Franti — a big man, by the way, who I guess is at least 6'6 — who I saw at a folk festival two summers ago. His energy on stage was amazing and his music is a mixture of upbeat tunes that make you want to dance and inspirational lyrics that are good for the soul. Michael Franti & Spearhead is getting some radio play now with Say Hey (I Love You) but my picks are: I Know I'm Not Alone, Sweet Little Lies and Hello Bonjour.
And this passage from Hey Now Now always lifts me up:
Be who you are nothing more nothing less
and let the beauty that you love be….. the very best
Sing praises to the highest with your feet on the ground
And reach for your brother with the words that you sound and
Don't let mistakes be so monumental, and
Don't let your love be so confidential, and
Don’t let your mind be so darn judgmental
And please let heart be more influential
Be thankful for all the Spirit provides
And be thankful for all that you can see without eyes.
I'm hoping his music gets more mass exposure. I think the world could use it.
Friday, December 11, 2009
Thursday, December 10, 2009
Welcome
Height is just a measure of vertical distance, right?
That may be the case, but to me it has also been an obstacle to dating, a headache when shopping, the source of endless tears and teasing as a kid, sideways glances during my gangly teen years and rude comments from complete strangers. My favourite of all time remains the man who told me that I was so tall "a boy would have to kick me in the shins and stand on the bumps to kiss me."
But mom used to repeat that old saying "I cried because I had no shoes until I met a man who had no feet." It may be corny but I believe in the sentiment behind it.
I definitely think being tall shapes who you are. You take up more space in the world. You never blend into the background. You're never average. It has its blessings. And I've learned to walk with my head held high, embracing all 6'1 of my vertical distance.
I have plenty to be thankful for, big and small. Today: my car started even though I left it unplugged all day in this godforsaken cold, a friend surprised me with a latte at work, my dad is recovering from surgery for prostate cancer, I made it out of work on time and it's almost the weekend!
That may be the case, but to me it has also been an obstacle to dating, a headache when shopping, the source of endless tears and teasing as a kid, sideways glances during my gangly teen years and rude comments from complete strangers. My favourite of all time remains the man who told me that I was so tall "a boy would have to kick me in the shins and stand on the bumps to kiss me."
But mom used to repeat that old saying "I cried because I had no shoes until I met a man who had no feet." It may be corny but I believe in the sentiment behind it.
I definitely think being tall shapes who you are. You take up more space in the world. You never blend into the background. You're never average. It has its blessings. And I've learned to walk with my head held high, embracing all 6'1 of my vertical distance.
I have plenty to be thankful for, big and small. Today: my car started even though I left it unplugged all day in this godforsaken cold, a friend surprised me with a latte at work, my dad is recovering from surgery for prostate cancer, I made it out of work on time and it's almost the weekend!
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