“Music is the literature of the heart; it commences where speech ends.”
– Alphonse de Lamartine
I think I can safely and honestly say there hasn’t been a day(and if there is it’s been rare) in the last 20 years or so where I haven’t listened to music.
Music speaks to me far more so than words, books, images ever can, even non-lyrical music.
I pop something on and hop in and it takes me on a journey. I don’t know where it will take me but I seem to gravitate towards whatever I need at that given time. Music moves me, it understands what I need to process emotions and more importantly, it is by far one of the best ways for me to self-care.
Music is a sensual lover. The picker-upper. The one that helps release the anger or even the tears. The one that adds a little more to that play sess or even just when it’s just us. Certain music allows me to tune in with sides of me I didn’t even know were there, places in my mind that run deep.
It allows me to relive moments of time. Moments I bottle and cherish so deeply. My first experience of subspace automatically pops into my head and even now, years later, I can still listen to that track and feel myself float for a few seconds, sometimes a minute if I am lucky. I used it to help me channel good energy – sort of a luck thing and while it most likely in my head, it generally works.
I have written posts in the past about how I self-care with music and I still do. Water and music I think are my thing <3
My husband is into music just as much as me. We share common tastes – some of my favourites he introduced me to but equally, we have very different tastes. One thing I am certain of is music is just as important to him as it is to me.
It will always hold a special place in my heart. More than words, more than images. Music helps me relive memories in a way an image never could, I can almost feel like I am there, back in that moment. That is powerful.