Listen to Your Soul

Let your soul be your pilot, let your soul guide you......

That's the song I heard during my gym time. I know it's sung by Sting, but I'm not sure its his version on my MP3 player  .... 

Either way the message is a good one.  We all have a tendency to look to others for advice.  But in the end, we have to own that each choice is ours.  Good. Bad. Or ugly.   I've made plenty of all kinds!

But most of my good ones come from when I listen to that little voice inside, my intuition, my soul. 

What's even better is when we make a bad or ugly decision, what we learn from it, or what we can gain from it, can still be good.

I thought I was making a good decision when I married husband #3 and moved from Cali to Ohio.  Turns out that wasn't a good one for me, but in the long run, it turned out to be good for my kids.  They were able to get school provided services for their disabilities.  My daughter was taught sign language and had an interpreter. My son had a teacher devoted to helping him with his vision needs.  While the marriage didn't work, my kids benefited.  So some good from the bad.

When things are going wrong, look inside yourself.  Listen to your intuition. 

Sunday Music

I was raised in the Lutheran Church.  Every Sunday was spent going to church. It was a small church, everyone knew everyone.  And I was raised singing old hymns, which I never minded.   I'm musically inclined and enjoyed that much more than the rest of it.

I'm watching Seventh Heaven and a tune came on and I immediately knew the words and sang along:

Blest be the tie that binds Our hearts in Christian love; The fellowship of kindred minds Is like to that above.

While that's a lot of old fashioned words, its a simple message. Which wasn't my point.  How we are raised is ingrained in us, no matter how far from the original path we might stray.  I stopped attending St John's (where mom attended for 50 years)  in 1990.  I joined another church, but after I left Cali, church was more in the background.  

It's comforting to know that the simple things we learn in our childhood stick with us, and that music pulls memories out that we thought we had long forgotten. 

If you have a chance, pull out some old music and let the memories wash over you.