Category Archives: Music

My Latest Music Obsession

The Civil Wars. Yes, it’s considered folk music. A modern folk music. I’m sure this will surprise some who know me that I can’t get enough of their music. Surprising people is so rewarding.

Their songs are on repeat in my iTunes a majority of the time the past couple of months. I have to think my grandfather would be quite pleased with his oldest grandchild finding her love of folk music. (Random tidbit, he would have been 92 years old today.Think there might be a post coming about my connection to my Pawpa soon.)

This song “Poison and Wine”? Not sure I have words for it. Brilliant is an understatement.

Piano Practice

Five afternoons a week I sit down with Squirt to help him with his piano and guitar practice. We have lessons one afternoon for an hour each week and we take one day a week off usually. As tough as it is some days it is one of my favorite parts of the day. That and listening to him sing while he gets a bath each night.

It’s not always his favorite part of the day. He doesn’t understand why I push him with the music. I know one day he will so I gently push. I don’t pressure him to do anything else, but I digress. I have another blog post started with all God is teaching me through that, but we’ll leave that for another day.

He doesn’t like it when I video him. Says it makes him nervous and he messes up, but today I insisted. I need a freakin’ psychology degree to understand this child of mine most days.

So this is mainly for the grandparents and an aunt and other family members. And if those family members could do me a favor and NOT mention to the Squirt that you’ve seen this? (In other words, Pop, do not tell him you saw this video.) That’d be great. It would save me some drama and hopefully a few less gray hairs on this 37 year old head of mine. Thanks.

Piano Practice

He was supposed to be practicing his song for lessons this week. Instead he was composing his own song. I let him go for awhile, but then had to be the mean mom and insist he practice for his lessons. (And yes this post is mainly for the grandparents and family.) 🙂

You Are Creative

You are creative. Yes you. You reading this. You are.

I have friends who think I’m creative. Sometimes I think I’m just crafty. When my tendency to compare myself to any of my creative friends or to people like Ali Edwards shows up I don’t feel so creative.

But comparison is fraught with danger.

My son sometimes struggles with his attitudes and feelings about his music lessons. Music comes fairly easily for him. I’m under no delusions he’ll be some famous musician. My expectations are realistic. The visual arts come do come quite easily and naturally for him and he’s quite confident in those artistic abilities.

But there are days with the music he will say in frustration “I want to quit.” We don’t push our son into activities. I realized long ago the important role the simple act of play is in his life. He needs it to process and quiet the many thoughts and ideas running through his mind.

But music is the one area I push and encourage. It is something I believe is important. I wouldn’t push him if I didn’t believe he could do it. Beneath his frustrations with his music, though, lies the comparison trap.

We are blessed to have a gifted music teacher for him. But Squirt can be a perfectionist (like his mom) and at times will begin comparing his abilities to the abilities of others. This time to his teacher’s abilities.

I wish I had learned this one truth as a child or teen – don’t compare yourself to others. As I’ve talked and encouraged Squirt and helped him refocus his perspective I began thinking. How often do I compare myself to others I consider more creative? Too often if I’m honest.

We are all creative beings. Yes we are. Don’t argue.

“In the beginning God created the heavens and the earth.” – Genesis 1:1

God created. And WE are created in his image.

“So God created mankind in his own image, in the image of God he created them; male and female he created them.” – Genesis 1: 27

Notice how many times that is repeated. If we are created in his image then we ARE creative.

I am creative. You are creative. My Squirt is creative. Even my friends who think they are not creative really are creative in some way.

I wonder if it’s our almost compulsive need to compare ourselves to others that stifles our creativity. God didn’t create us all alike did he? We’d look like robots if he did. So why do we expect our creativity to look like the creativity of someone else?

If we think about the people considered most creative in history I believe they all have one thing in common: they didn’t compare themselves to others. They weren’t afraid to be who God created them to be and leave the thoughts of others behind.

So as I encourage my Squirt not to compare himself God is teaching me the same and that yes I am creative. In my own way I am.

And guess what?

So. Are. You.

Shadowfeet by Brooke Fraser

Shadowfeet by Brooke Fraser has been on repeat in my head for two days now. It’s an older one of hers, but I’m loving it right now. Looking forward to her new album Flags coming out this month.


Walking,stumbling on these shadowfeet
toward home,a land that I’ve never seen
I am changing: less and less asleep
made of different stuff than when i began
and I have sensed it all along
fast approaching is the day

when the world has fallen out from under me
I’ll be found in you, still standing
when the sky rolls up and mountains fall on their knees
when time and space are through
I’ll be found in you

Theres distraction buzzing in my head
saying in the shadows it’s easier to stay
but I’ve heard rumours of true reality
whispers of a well-lit way


You make all things new


When the world has fallen out from under me
I’ll be found in you, still standing
Every fear and accusation under my feet
when time and space are through
I’ll be found in you