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I must confess I enjoy a good soundtrack
The original scores that set the tone and feel for a movie.
Songs written by musician's, chosen by the story teller who is listening to the lyrics that they hope will help place emphasis on a moment in the story they are trying to tell.
Telling a story to you in pictures, words and music.

For those of you who know me well, you have come to realize I have a thing for Period Drama's. Specifically Jane Austen, but not limited to... =)
(Only a few that I have in my collection)
When I was a young girl my aunt introduced me to the world of movies that took place in a slower and simplified time.
And since then, my heart has held a love for not only the stories of Jane Austen, Lucy M Montgomery, Charles Dickens, Louisa May Alcott etc, but also the music that was composed to complete the telling of their stories. (Now the goal is to read the books!)
Owning soundtracks happens to be a weakness. I love listening to them while I read, sleep, write, drive or in moments I need to think.

Do you ever wish that in a moment of excitement and joy or disappointment and sorrow,that you had your own personal soundtrack.
A song playing in the background of what is taking place in your heart and mind to help bring clarity to the moment.

Ever have those 'movie' moments in life where you think, where is the song playing to complete this moment... I do. If I am to be honest ;)

I often wish I had my own personal soundtrack and can't help but wonder what songs would be playing in the background of my life.
We all leave a legacy when we leave this world. If that legacy was in a soundtrack, what would yours be filled with? What songs composed, would tell the story of your life? What would it say about you and how you lived and loved those around you....

When heard by the ones left behind ,what would the response be> To sit and listen, cherishing each wonderful note as the melody progressed. Or, could they not turn it off quickly enough.

What legacy will you leave behind today...





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