Music

Music is a wonderful thing. It has the capacity to bring out the full scope of human emotion sometimes even with only a single chord. Music has been a rock in my life. It's there when I'm happy, sad, angry or even somewhere in between. No matter what is going on, it's guaranteed that a piece of music will be able to match it perfectly. For the most part, I'm a huge fan of soundtracks. The composers of these works are, in my opinion, our modern day Mozarts and Beethovens. Hans Zimmer, James Horner, John Williams, Steve Jablonsky and several others are true masters of their craft. Anyhow, I can feel myself beginning a tangent and that's precisely what I'd like to avoid with this post. I simply just want to share with you a few songs from a couple of my favorite soundtracks; pieces that never fail to be there for me in the best and hardest of times. Enjoy!







This song is quite possibly the best (certainly the most beautiful and moving) movie theme ever written. I've darn near worn out this track on my copy of the CD because of how many times I have put it on repeat and just listened for hours.



I also have a couple of "non-soundtrack" songs I'd like to share. These speak to my soul and have either helped me through or are currently helping me with moments in my life.

Pretty sure this one is self-explanatory...




Ok one more and then I'm done. It's one I want to share simply because it's a really cool song. Warning: it's addictive!

Is It Just Me

I used to write poetry often. It was always a very cathartic practice for me; just as writing this blog is quickly becoming. Maybe that's the reason 98% of my poems were written during my angsty, turbulent teen years (would that description be a redundancy? or an oxymoron? hmm, curious). As I was getting ready earlier today, the first few lines of a new poem just popped into my head. Not surprising, really, seeing as how today hasn't exactly been easy. So I sat down, worked out the rest of it and am now posting it here for your reading pleasure. Or torture, depending on how you feel about poetry. Heh...here goes:

Do you think of me as I think of you
When memories brush your thoughts
Does a tear slip through
Do you remember my smile as I remember yours
Or ache to hear my laugh as I ache for yours
Is there a void in your heart yearning to be filled
A piece of you gone, damage too deep to be healed

Or is it just me

Did it hurt to watch me walk away
As it hurt me to know I couldn't stay
Do you wonder how it all went wrong
When, together, we've always known we belong
Have you ever reached for me in your sleep
And breathe in my scent the pillow seems to keep

Or is it just me

Will you miss me as I'll miss you
Still love me as I'll love you
Never forget me and what I meant to you

Or is it just me...

~Cara M. Baker~
'11

Toxic Release

Last night, my awesome mother treated me to a massage at the parlor she frequents. It was so relaxing and SO needed. One problem... I woke up today with what I'd have to say is massage hangover. I am so sore, tired and, predominantly, depressed. I know that a massage will release toxins from your muscles, but does that include your heart as well? The last few days I have been doing really well. Better than I thought I ever could be after suffering through one of the most heart-wrenching events of my life (I should have written more on those good days; then maybe this wouldn't be turning out to be the most depressing blog ever... heh). Today, though, I'd have to say I'm at the worst I've felt since... "the event". Is this just coincidence and it was bound to happen? Or did that massage work more out of me than physical discomfort? If it's because of the massage, then I'd like to think this mood will be like the sore muscles: just a by-product of working out some issues that will resolve itself on it's own. I'm not too keen on having to start from square one when it comes to my emotional happy place. Truthfully, the first time around, that happened in the blink of an eye. I think the reason for that was because the strength and inspiration I needed came so unexpectedly that I ended up being more open to it than I'd normally be. I'm not sure that could happen again. I'd like for it to, but if I'm being completely honest with myself, I just don't think it could. Or maybe I'm just reading WAY more into it and this is just a bad day. Probably the most likely reason. When I really think about it, a week and 5 days is not enough time to be "over it". It just isn't. That 12 days may have been the longest and hardest of my life, but it's still only 12 days. And, since we're being honest here, I don't think I'll ever be over it. Moved on? Happy? Really doing "fine"? Yes. But over it? No, I don't think so.