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\"Life's-Soundtrack\"<\/a>
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The Soundtrack of My Life<\/h2>\n

I love surprises! I know, I tell you this far too often. You\u2019ve probably guessed by now: all that I\u2019m searching for is some love and attention. The plain\u00a0truth of the matter is that we all are.<\/p>\n

What a little bit of love and attention can do to raise the spirits of each and every one of us\u2026<\/strong><\/p>\n

Anticipation lives here. Surprises are everyone\u2019s sweetheart until they disappoint. Repeatedly surprises\u00a0don't live up to\u00a0our expectations. More often than not, the perfect surprise is fabulously fictitious, yet another figment of our imaginations.<\/strong><\/p>\n

When did the word \u201csweet\u201d become pass\u00e9? Not only have sweets become synonymous with obesity, cavities and diabetes, but, the word will also be forever filed away as a cheap and easy stand-in for sincere words of the heart.<\/strong><\/p>\n

Shall I let you in on my sweet secret (please forgive my choice of language)?! In so much as divine sweetness is to be found in nature\u2019s raw naked delights, no surprise could be sweeter than the fruit of our hands.<\/p>\n

Time and time again I am surprised by my wheels\u2019 abundant powers: the wheels of my brain spark with discovery together with each spin of my trusty steed\u2019s 29ers (type of bike, size of wheels). Nine times out of ten, the seeds of my blog are sown here.<\/p>\n

Saturday\u2019s conversation wandered to previously uncharted territory as we began talking about the magical powers of music to weave enduring memories. From there on I busied myself foraging paired music memories, the soundtracks of my life. Much to my surprise all of the memories I retrieved were happy and uplifting ones.\u00a0 I could not find even one bad memory entwined to a song. I wondered if there were others like me.<\/p>\n

We are unique you and I, as\u00a0are the soundtracks of our lives. The musical notations are embedded deep within. The conductor awakens\u00a0the sounds and silences of our memories releasing with full force the powers which\u00a0pull at the strings of our hearts and erupt in rapture, pure smiles of joy and an uncensored freedance of celebration.<\/strong><\/p>\n

This is a choice compilation of the soundtracks of my life.<\/p>\n

Happy Together<\/h2>\n

Who remembers the Turtles?! I can remember cruising down the Pacific Coast Highway with my au-par. Santa Monica above me, the beach directly to the west, the bright sun tracking us every bit of the way as Margret and I and some \u201cturtles\u201d sang our hearts out!<\/p>\n

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The Turtles – Happy Together – 1967<\/a><\/h4>\n

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