It heals, it propels us, and it connects us. If you were lucky enough to have a music teacher, get off your backside and thank them. Track them down. Call them. Text them. Send a good old fashioned letter or Christmas card. Doesn’t matter how you do it. Just find them and say thanks. Seriously. They gave us one hell of a gift.
It might not be Thanksgiving on the calendar in Canada today, but it should be every day no matter what.
(Climbing down off of my chair and going to track down Mrs. Phair, Mary Jacks and Barry Betts, and saying a little prayer of thanks to the righteously epic Evie Glendinnning and Andy Botai who are now up there leading the choirs 😉 And props to my son, Josh Braiden, whose just started his own career as a music teacher. You’re gonna change lives, kid!)
Thanks, Chris Young, for passing along the video that inspired a spontaneous moment of both gratitude and mirth. <3