Love Declared

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Let me show my love for You by dancing to Your song for all eternity.
I no longer care who sees, no longer care who knows, my heart is Yours.
Tell the heavens to keep quiet, tell the mountains to cease their rumblings, for I will reveal in my movements, the beauty of Your love to anyone that wants to know.
How can I not shout from the rooftops, the wonderful feelings of Your love?
People ask “Why do you love Him?”
I reply “He loved me first, and loved me unconditionally, so how can I not return His Love?”
People ask “What has He ever done for you?”
I reply “He loved me enough to save me from misery of my own making; he saved me in spite of myself.”

-Words by Tiff the Traveler
-Photographer unknown

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Bring Back Record Players!

Walk through the front door, and the smell of old cardboard and ink, slight decay and age hits your nostrils. While at the same time, ears are greeted by the best of Chuck Berry crackling through the air, and eyes rest on a proverbial museum of music from years past. Strolling around the small store, you let your hands drift over cardboard album covers of Elvis Presley, Van Halen, and the Andrews Sisters, wishing you could take them all home. But regardless you are thrilled: you have finally found YOUR music store, because everyone should have their own! Just for a moment, you can forget about things like iTunes and Spotify, and just enjoy the authentic sound of record player music. You promise yourself that soon enough, you will buy your own player, and spend your days listening to that crackling clear music while dreaming away.

Ah, sorry I had to reminisce for a moment about last Sunday’s foray into my local records store. I think the owner is getting kind of annoyed with me because I walk through every Sunday, just to smell that cardboard, hear that music quality, and to peruse that collection. But this time, I decided to take pics and really check out all the stuff he had scattered about the store.

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I think my grandparents had one of these.

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My mom still has her collection stored somewhere and she still will not let me touch them!

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Looks like the record player and the CD are trying to console each other over the fact that they’re not used as much anymore.

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Never had the privilege of employing these to satisfy my music needs, a little before I entered the music scene, or just the scene in general haha.

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Not to date myself or anything, but I distinctly remember recording my first cassette, a beautiful memory full of neon clothes, crimped hair, and Aerosmith.

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This was a new addition: Steampunk art! It’s called Javaplex…I think it’s trying to be a coffee maker.

Music has come such a far way, with the norm now being completely digital (haven’t touched a music CD in years). It’s funny though that we have access to some of the best high quality players for music to date, but lots of us still love the sound of music coming out of a record player (definitely including me). I swear to you, nothing sounds better than Frank Sinatra crooning away from a record player nestled in the corner of the room (my room).

What do you think? What was your favorite type of music player growing up? Lemme know down below!

Hope and Forgiveness Through Music

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It was open mike night at the local dive, when He walked through the door. He set up his guitar and equipment, looked carefully around the room, took a deep breath and began to play. The music meandered then swelled, and took over the noisy room, causing all to stop and stare.
The bartender saw his Wife, forgiving him and wanting him back.
The college dropout saw her Father, telling her how proud he was regardless of the decisions she had made.
The town drunk saw his Daughter, promising to always be there for him.
The starving artist saw his Muse, urging him to always create.
He continued to play, and play and play. It was like joy was pouring from his hands, sunlight and love weaving together. When he had given everything he could, he stopped and started packing up. The bar slowly went back to their original activities, dazed after this man’s performance. The bartender rushed up to the man and asked, “Friend, what was that? How…?” The man looked around the room with such love in his eyes, and then looked at bartender. “You all saw what you needed to see: Hope and Forgiveness.”–Tiny Tale by Tiff the Traveler. Art is titled Rise by Paul Villinski