The Power of Music
Mindfulness, Love and Relationships
I am certain that I am not alone in saying that music can be exquisitely emotional. Everyone gets enjoyment out of many kinds of music. It is an independent choice for each individual person.
Music can be a way to our hearts.
I know very well just one certain song I heard far back in the October of 1998 that had an impact upon my life that changed me forever.
'To The Moon And Back,' (Savage Garden, published 4th November 1996, by Columbia Records.) has very special meaning and emotion to myself and for my wife.
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An emotionally powered song, with lyrics for the heart of lovers everywhere.
No. The image is not about any of the lyrics to the song. But the feelings I was having toward this one very pale-faced, short figure, with black long hair (enough to cover her entire face) young woman, So, to start with I could not see her face - but simply the way that she walked. This young person walked with a slow, uncertain, quiet movement wherever she was. She appeared fearful, sad, and not wanting anyone to see her.
I need not further this area as my lovely wife has covered this within another article well worth reading at the link below:
The grounding idea is for 'music therapy' benefits.
As I discussed earlier, music can evoke in us up to 13 different emotional responses.
Well, as the image suggests to you, we have now been happily married to one another since 1999, writing this now it is 2021. We are both very happy together, and,
MUSIC KEEPS US STRONG - particularly 'To The Moon & Back,' because that is where we have both been together in our lives - to the moon and back!
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Jonathan Townend
I love writing articles & fictional stories. They give me scope to express myself and free my mind. After working as a mental health nurse for 30 years, writing allows an effective emotional release, one which I hope you will join me on.
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