Keep Singing

Lately, I’ve been making sure that if I park and there’s a good song on the radio, I stay in the car and keep singing it. Loud and wild.

I’m an avid seat-dancer from way back, so when I good song comes on, I like to shake it and twist it and shimmy it whilst in the driver’s seat. Sometimes, I like to move the rearview mirror so I can see my lips, and I’ll pretend I’m the singer and I’m lip-synching in a music video.

I don’t always enjoy listening to music when I’m in the shower, but when I do, I sing loudly and dance in there too. Music is a salve. And with all the wounds in the world at this time…with all the wound-makers and wound-cultivators…sometimes, it’s all I can do to not sob-sob-sobbity-sob but keep singing.

Short post, that I hope, will last as you move through your busy days.

Keep singing. Finish the song out loud and wild.