I reached for yet another generic photo album eager to find something to throw away. Instead, I found a long forgotten door to the past, a colorful vignette of yesterday with the first tiny stroke towards who I am today – a musician.
After our third child was born, I gave myself permission to write again, with the understanding that I would also record if possible. I had written a song that a fellow musician took a liking to, and he suggested I enter it into a competition in Estes Park, Colorado.
We found a company on the internet that would professionally score and print my song called: We Are the Church. I sent my entry application off, and my husband and I began planning a family vacation to Colorado – with the intent to spend a large portion of it at the 1994 music competition.
Inside the album lay several adjudication papers with scores and judge’s comments. I read through them boldly, unabashed about what I might find. Writing is much like art – very subjective. The song or canvas might be a masterpiece to one person, and a scribble to another, regardless of what you the author or artist may think.
Interestingly enough, although composition is still a large part of my life, the old adjudication papers quickly found themselves at the bottom of my waste paper basket. They had no value left. I had won no accolades or awards, but took the experience to heart, hoping it would add color to the music of tomorrow.
After the loose paperwork had been disposed of, the plastic pages of the album were revealed – pictures of our trip to Colorado. Treasures that had lay hidden for over 19 years. I looked into the eyes of those faces, my 35-year-old husband, our three children and our beloved babysitter Natasha.
Perhaps the most defining stroke of the brush upon my heart, is the one that spells mother? Is there anything worth writing about if you have not loved? Is there anything worth writing about if you have not given birth to a child? And I have three!
*I scanned the photos that were most important to me and began a digital album project on http://www.onceuponadigitalstory.com, called; Estes Park, Colorado. When it is published I will put a link to it on this page.