when Hubby is asleep on the couch after working so hard for us, I run through a bunch of youtube videos. I never fail to be inspired by some of the classic singers from history, people like Edith Piaf, born in Paris in 1915. She rose from utter poverty to become a prominent songstress of her time. Tiny in stature and plagued by illnesses and addiction, she composed the lyrics to this song, but not the melody. It was dedicated to the love of her life, a married lover who died in a plane crash as she waited to be reunited with him. Edith died of liver cancer at the age of 47.
Here is the same song in French, her mother tongue:
One thing that strikes me when I watch this: I can’t help but compare present-day music stardom to these older times. She is not the best-looking woman here–the pain of her life shows in her face and figure, but her voice was her own, absolutely unique. In these days, at least in North America, it seems, looks are everything, and autotune and lip synching can fix any flaws in the singer’s voice or performance. I do admire any musician who can please fans live and unplugged.
Julie
Hello Julie:
Oh, to hold love in the palm of our hands for one second, minute, hour or for never ending days and nights. To know it, as well as accept it unconditionally, is beyond words. Young love. Middle aged love. The love that arrives unannounced as we struggle for more time to be together.
I have experienced loving and losing, as well as forever, unconditional love. When one is loved by a loyal pet, that is the ultimate meaning of love in my opinion.
Have been home from the hospital for a week now. I am doing well, taking it one day at a time with my loyal, loving cat Ti-Lou.
Bright Blessings, Barbara
Hello, Barbara. It’s great to hear from you. I’m glad you are finished with your surgery and recovering at home. Your friend the cat will surely help you to heal. Thank you for your talk about love. We don’t talk about it enough and it’s the only thing that matters.
Here I am, very sleepy and tired of driving through the snow, and Hubby has made me some green tea, an egg, and now he is cooking up some oatmeal for my breakfast. Soon I will be on my way to work to make some money for my family because I love them more than anything. It’s my husband who taught me this practical way of loving, by his own example.
Blessings, Julie