The day is dismal. Heavy rain batters the house and windows rattle in the wind. The chaos leaves me cold and without purpose, yearning to hide under the covers until brighter days come along. That won't do. Who knows when brighter days may come, if they ever do? Idly I scan the CD racks searching for something to relieve the malaise. But what to choose? I'm not in the mood for the obvious choices; favorite oldies or some lively rock would have me chair dancing on another day, but not today. Listening to the folk music and singer-songwriters I love would only break my heart. What to do? It's then I stumble on the Mozart Effect-- a collection of genius meant to strengthen the mind, heal the body, and unlock the creative spirit. I'm not a huge fan of classical music but the brilliance of Mozart is something that cannot be denied. There are no words, only the strings, plucked and bowed, weaving melodies that soar and ebb and dance in gray matter where all thoughts are born. Before I know it my words begin a minuet across the page. They sometimes stumble, but that is not the Master's fault. Mozart has served his purpose, and helped me serve mine.
~Elise Skidmore ©2020