We are the women of the world

We are the mothers, grandmothers, aunts, sisters, cousins, wives

We are the teachers, facilitators, the nurturers

The farmers, gatherers, warrior protectors of our loved ones

We are them that hold the spaces, hold the stories - pass them on

We are the healers, the ones who guide with wisdom and experience

We are resourceful and resilient, fierce and devoted

We are believers in the spirit of peace and unity

The ones who build community

Every season has its purpose, and I took the time this winter season to shed the things that no longer serve me, whether it was by purging my closets, cabinets and pantry - to intentionally shedding the mindsets that held me back, and kept me small. This one (playing small) has been particularly difficult for me through the years, for a number of reasons: culture, religion and society being big ones - and though I have worked through those boxes for many years - as a woman with ADHD, rejection sensitivity is a real thing - but I am proud of the woman I am, with all the trip-ups and bruises, mistakes and lessons along the way - I can truly say - I am perfectly imperfect and growing every day.

Perfection is no longer the goal, progress is - Progress is the goal.

Music is a vibe. It’s energy. It speaks to our emotions, our soul. It’s deeper than verbal comprehension. It can elevate us, bring us to pure ecstasy and move us to tears. Music remains when dementia takes communication with words away. Music soothes, heals, aligns. Music is magic.

So I invite those of you who are worried about understanding the language to untangle your minds and hearts from the divisive rhetoric of the last two+ decades. Remember that humans have more in common than not - and music is one of the most unifying things we have as humans (that and food!)