Just in Time

If 2015 has taught me anything, it’s that the world is changing.

Despite ISIS and affiliated conflicts, the people I talk to generally seem to be mimgres-1ore conscious of the environment, more attuned to spirituality and more appreciative of the arts than even just a few years ago. Tesco, once the giant of all UK supermarkets, has been steadily shrinking over the last few years in favour of buying local; our celebrities are exposing themselves without make-up and down-talking stardom; our billionaires are competing for who can give their wealth away most quickly; and our adults are now prescribed colouring books to manage stress. 

Was 2015 the year that made us all finally wake up? I was amazed at a recent article in The Musician, called ‘The Healing Power of Music’. It talks about music as a form of therapy: people with disabilities, mental illnesses, terminal diseases or eating disorders, are given an instrument by which to communicate. They play out whatever comes to mind – loud, sweet, violent, calm – and learn to express thimages-2emselves in a language that doesn’t judge on standards of normality. Here again, we are reminded of the beauty of the simplest things. Yes, music is a voice, and yes, music will let you speak. That’s why we do it.

I can tell you that this was definitely my year. It was the year that I finally recorded the music that I’d been trying to birth for the last five years; it was the year that I shared it; it was the year that I found my voice, or rather, voiced my voice.

And just in time. 2015 comes to a close in a fortnight and we’re approaching the end of a momentous year. It’s hot chocolate time, it’s family time, it’s a time to heal, to forgive, to let go, to rest, to remember, to giggle and be grateful.

Merry Christmas everyone. Get the colouring books out. It’s time. 


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