Archive for January, 2015

Violin’s Poem

by: Rebecca Taylor, as told by the violin (short story version of this called A Musical Memory, previously published by Perspectives Magazine)

Under the brightness of the spotlight

My master holds me tight

Her expert hand is on my bow

As we serenade everyone at the show

Together we make music

In the audience is a family hoping to use it

To trigger something deep inside their mother.

Her name is Tori

And her children are very sorry

Because she has Alzheimer’s Disease

I can see her daughter Louise

There is hope in her eyes

Anticipation so deep that I can taste it

She doesn’t want anyone to know that she cries

But I can see everything from this stage.

My owner’s name is Karen

And if you haven’t guessed I am a violin

Handmade from spruce wood

Varnished to preserve me

Hands like silk caress me

And I shake with emotion

And my music flows out to the people watching.

Karen holds me beneath her chin

And I play a love song

A compilation of many from the past

Played with Karen’s touch on me

My voice reaches out to the people watching

And something changes in Tori’s eyes

The velvety melody is reminding her of a memory long lost inside

Later we know that it was of her husband’s sandalwood cologne

And her dancing with him many years ago.

Louise is smiling, sitting beside her mother

As Tori reaches out and takes her hand

Bringing her into this precious moment of recollection.

I can feel the beat of Karen’s heart change

She must have seen too

I can feel her pride, at achieving her goal

Together we are giving this family a glimmer of hope.

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Shutting the Door to You

written by: Rebecca Taylor in 2007

Can people care too much, can they let themselves get hurt too often by leaving themselves open to love, friendship and compassion. This is something that I have pondered about in the past days, weeks and months. I don’t know if someone can ever really care too much when it is put in the right context but losing someone that you care about because of death, loss of friendship and differing ideas can hurt tremendously. The bottom line is we don’t want to get hurt in relationships with others and the only way we could avoid this would be to shut the door to ourselves and virtually become a person devoid of feelings. However, if we could somehow turn off our feelings, what would we become? In my opinion all we would become is a shell of a person and this would be doing ourselves and those around us an injustice because caring people have so much to offer society that not caring would be a disservice. Sometimes we need to step back from a situation when we are getting in too deep and in many professions we have to mask our feelings from time to time in order to efficiently do our jobs or cope with a situation but we should never turn ourselves off completely because in the end we will end up hurting ourselves and others around us a lot more than if we allow ourselves to feel the pain caused by the situation we may be in. We have to hurt in order to heal and there is no easy way to deal with that. If we feel comfortable talking about our pain with someone close to us it can help. Often we might have to justify our pain because it is so easy to think what if I just didn’t care or get close. However, if we are able to get past the fact that we might get hurt by caring we can have wonderful relationships with other people and make wonderful memories instead of living an empty meaningless life where we do not care about others for the fear of getting hurt. We need to care about others and reach out to them and don’t think about the fact that something may happen which could cause us to get hurt. Don’t shut the door to you, open it up wide, and see how amazing your life can be. The amazement that you find will be a beginning, new and without end.

Finding Answers

by: Rebecca Taylor

Answers are out there somewhere

Floating in the crisp spring air

Or maybe on a cruise ship in the ocean

We don’t know where to find them

And sometimes they peer at us for the longest time

Strangers going by bring them

Magazines in waiting rooms have them splashed in headlines

We look to the clouds and the stars hoping to see something different

Snippets of what we need to know

The responses to the questions that tear at our minds and souls

Others sometimes know before we do

And the challenge is knowing what and who to listen to

In the quiet of the night maybe they will cling to us

Answers that will satisfy our curiosities and desires.

The Unknown

by: Rebecca Taylor

“Keep up the good work, Shel,” said Jessie Jenkins, “with talent like yours, you could be climbing the ladder before you know it.”

“Thank you,” answered Shel Wright. Inwardly, she was happy that her boss had praised her but she wondered about the way that things worked up the ladder. Isn’t this what everyone wants? She thought, a chance at something more? A chance to make more money and do bigger things.

“That’s great, honey,” said Shel’s husband Ted, when she told him that night as they ate supper on their back porch. “I’m proud of you.”

“Thank you,” answered Shel, “but what happens if being higher on the ladder means harder deadlines, more working hours, things that I do not know how to do.”

“Do not stress yourself out about the unknown,” said Ted, “your boss told you that because she is happy with your work and thinks that somewhere down the road you will deserve a promotion, not because she wanted you to live in fear of getting one. When you first started this job, did you know everything that you would be doing?”

“No,” answered Shel, “I learned it along the way.”

“Exactly,” said Ted, “because you do not have to know everything and no one is planning on throwing you into the ocean where you cannot swim. It is simply that they see you as competent and smart. If you get a chance at a promotion, a real one, not a hypothetical one, then we can talk about it and see if you want to go for it. If and when the time comes, it will be up to you if you want to go higher in your career. “

“You always make me feel better,” said Shel.

“That goes two ways,” said Ted, “because you are always here when I need you too. Just think –  if we hadn’t decided to seek out the unknown when we were dating, we wouldn’t be here now.”

“You’re right,” said Shel, “just because we don’t know what the unknown will bring us, doesn’t mean we shouldn’t explore its possibilities.”

“Now you’ve got it,” said Ted reaching out and taking his wife’s hand and giving it a gentle squeeze. He could feel the tension that Shel had been holding onto release out into the universe and smiled at what the universe had given them so far.

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