Saturday, March 3, 2018
"I have spent my days stringing and unstringing my instrument while the song I came to sing remains unsung." Rabindranath Tagore
I have a friend who always reminds the folks in our writers' group that we mustn't die with our music inside. I need to take what she says to heart. My writer friend A. has lost her battle with cancer and to be honest it shocked me. A. was revved up about getting back to writing and taking control of her career. I hadn't seen her in forever but she came to a meeting in January and was welcomed with open arms. I was so happy to see her. Three weeks later, she was dead. Surely with some music inside. I can't control how much time I have on the planet, but I can do my best to sing my song while I have the chance.