Two years after my divorce,
I found myself caught up in a depression that I couldn't seem to shake.
My older sister planned a trip for myself and my children which required
that I drive cross-country from Washington to Georgia and back. It
gave me alot of time to think. During the quiet hours driving, I
spent the time delving into my soul. What could I find there that
would make the difference for my existence? My children were the
only things in my life that seemed to spark any life in me at all.
I had quit writing music for three or four years by then. But, I
found it was not because I didn't want to write--it was because I feared
that people would know the devastation that was inside me. Realizing
this gave me the courage to consider that perhaps I should try music again.
The very next Tuesday after the
trip, I decided to start going to the Antique again. In my excitement,
I forgot my guitar and had to pay the cover charge. There were wonderful
musicians there. But, after a while, I started getting annoyed for
no apparent reason. I almost left, but decided to watch one more
act--one that will always be known to me as marking the turning point
in my life--one whose performance and music reached right into me and untied
the last emotional rope that separated my spirit from my music.
In her eyes,
I saw the love she had for music
and her desire to express in her
own way. Her lyrics to me were akin to those of the Great Writers,
her voice, like that of an angel, and her music, hauntingly beautiful.
For the first time in a long time, the passion I recognized in her
began to stir within me again. That night, after I returned home,
I wrote this song.
--Erin Gullaksen--
By sharing Your Gift of music,
you have inspired me to Dream
again.
I can only hope that, perhaps,
one day,
my gift of music might inspire
you in a similar way.
But, until the day that should
happen, I am
indebted to you, my friend.
Thank you with all my heart.
