This speaks volumes

I saw these words and they resonated in my heart. On many levels and for many reasons.

Food for thought because sometimes the way ahead seems hard: so cherish what is here now.

Bernie

Deep Roots

I spent the weekend surrounded by music; most of the hits from the 70’s and 80’s. Songs we could sing along to or that brought back crazy memories. I’ve never been a huge music person, perhaps because I am tone deaf. Don’t ask about my time playing a flute because it’s not a pretty picture. Don’t ask me what band plays what song as I fail that game quite spectacularly.

But every once in a while I connect deeply to a song. Which is guess is, for musicians, is what it’s all about. Just like writers want the words to resonate within the soul of the reader.

The lyrics of this song absolutely speak to my roots. The musical notes actually pull my feet to move and inspire me to sing, although that’s not a good thing.

Plaid dirt, white shirts, blue collar roots

Still runnin’ through my veins

I was born small town, deep roots

Mud on these boots

I wouldn’t change a thing

It’s how I was born and raised

(born and raised, born and raised, born and raised)

Born and raised

It’s how I was born and raised

The connection that I feel stems from the fact that this family group are farmers from southern Saskatchewan. A skip and two hops from where I grew up. The shared backgrounds, work ethics and love of county music means I feel a powerful connection to their work.

Born & Raised

Bernie

Ps. Pretty stoked we have tickets to see these young lads sing!!

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