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What Matters Most

I’ve been loving the chance to melt into human stories again. And music. My goodness, how it feels to connect to that deeper place within and melt into the sweet symphony of another.

These past few months have seen me dipping in and out of the great creative loves of my life: writing and music. I can’t remember a time in my life when I was without them, and I’m so terribly glad for that. A soul merging with life itself. Surely that’s what creativity and self-expression are—at least, that is what they are to me.

I’m wondering why my soul has drawn me back to music so strongly at this time in my life. Why it’s chosen to show me the true effects music has on my body. Why it’s chosen to speak to me through the musical stories I tell and hear.

I don’t suppose it matters why or when.

I’m grateful to have found my whole heart again.

That’s what matters most to me.

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By brookecutler2

Liver of life, lover of everything. 💕

5 replies on “What Matters Most”

Amazing Julia! We must have fallen from the same tree. ☺️ I play the piano (badly!) and I sing, so I’m lucky I get to experience music from all angles. I’ll never take that privilege for granted. Do you play? ☺️🎼x

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