What Floats Your Boat?

Why Do I Ask?

I ask this question because I recently became aware of the humongous part music plays in my ability to feel joy and happiness.

 Even if the music is mainly in a minor key, which seems to draw out feelings of sadness, music still has the power to move me in ways that TV or the internet can’t begin to touch or rival.

It definitely floats my boat. I’m grateful God gave us this beautiful sense, and I’m hoping the many rock concerts I’ve attended in my lifetime haven’t hastened its demise.

From Whence It Came

As a child, my parents used the record player, or stereo, to play Broadway musicals…hence, my love for musicals.

In 7th grade, I discovered rock and roll via the car radio. Ok, I know that’s late in life to figure this out, but I was the oldest child, and my parents weren’t into rock and roll.

My first purchases, were Hit The Road Jack, and The Lion Sleeps Tonight. The former is still good advice, and the latter still a popular song. The other night I watched a documentary on its origin. These songs were both on what they called ‘45’s, small vinyl records costing $1 apiece.

Records were also available as albums. I loved the richness of the sound. Although the car radio delivered a tinny mono tone, the vinyl sound was rich. I was in audio heaven.

One Step Backwards

It all came crashing to a musical halt for me when the CD’s came out. I don’t consider myself an audiophile, or maybe I secretly do, but I thought CD’s were a downgraded version of the vinyl. Thankfully, vinyl is coming back into vogue.

I love all types of music… broadway, country, rock, the Beatles, all the music of the 60’s and 70”s, which dates me, I know.

My mother used to say she could hear, or imagine hearing Rhapsody in Blue each time her plane landed in New York City. 

The Playlist

I love that song, as well as Concerto in F and Porgy and Bess by Gershwin, Peter and the Wolf by Prokofiev, The Jupiter Symphony by Mozart, The Carousel Waltz by Richard Rodgers, Appalachian Spring by Aaron Copeland, Dance of the Little Swans by Tchaikovsky, and so many more. 

Above all, music transports me. I meditate to stay in the present moment, and I listen to music to be swept away. 


The Golden Door

High School Poetry

When I was in high school, one of my favorite means of expression was writing poetry. With the advent of 2022, I’d like to share one of my high school poems because I feel it’s still relevant today. 

The Golden Door

A golden door marks the end

Of a hallway of darkness and light.

To reach the door…

To see beyond…

The visionary’s plight.

 So stumble…fall…question…doubt…

Change your course…



A burst of strength, adrenal blast…

The golden door ahead at last.

Then, through the keyhole…blinding light…

So familiar…

Stare in fright…

Something to be living for…

Another hall…

Another door.

        T. Trower

This is my take on life. We’re all on the hero’s journey, as Joseph Campbell would say. We’re a lot like Don Quixote, tilting at windmills in an effort to find our purpose and give our lives meaning. …to grasp the invitation to engage in the next challenge or adventure.

So, why would you stare in fright?

Let’s face it, change and opportunity has a downside. Accepting a challenge is scary. It requires us to face the unknown. It’s not for the faint of heart, but it’s asked of all of us.

Just when you think you know it all, you’re shown you know little or nothing.

A new, untainted year is upon us. A new door appears for us all.

Can you accept your life as the hero’s journey?

Will you dare to open that door?