Hiking. Can you think of any better metaphor for the journey of life than putting one foot in front of the other? I blog about important things learned along the journey while I was merely putting one foot in front of the other.
Baby-Boomer, musician, mother, writer, grandma, music teacher, manager; mother of musicians; mother of writers; organizer of things disorganized, designer of beauty with things at hand.
Hobbies: raising young musicians and getting people where they need to go
Things I love: Long meditative walks, my piano, sunsets, sunrises, sunshine, hot and cold running water.If a “gift” is something you are born with; then I was outlandishly gifted at birth. Cherry Odelberg is my birth name. Now I ask you, what music lover would not be delighted with a name that means: DEAREST SINGING MOUNTAIN? My heart is steadfast. I will sing and make music. May I live up to my name. May there be always a song on my lips and family to hold me dear.
They say I think too much (subtitle for this blog 2013-2016)
I have to admit, I think too much. I over-analyze. I get buyer’s remorse ahead of time. I look before I leap. Yes, I hold onto the edge of the diving board with my toes and look and look and look – as long as I haven’t leapt yet, I still have that option open.
There, I have confessed it. What to do now? Well, make lemonade out of lemons, of course. I think too much and I live to write about it. I wrote a little ditty about it.
October 5, 2012
I think too much.
Trouble is, most people really don’t care what I think.
In doing to others as I would be done by,
Care way too much about what other people think.
Until 2013, this blog existed with the title: Eine Feisty Berg. Literally translated it means, One Feisty Mountain; with a cordial nod to Martin Luther and J.S. Bach for Ein’ Feste Burg, A Mighty Fortress.
The mountain on which I lived (2001-2007) was often feisty, having provided us with over 36 inches of a white Christmas within a few days preceding my first blog post. Life was hard, but I loved it there.
The high, Rocky Mountain, desert where I now live presents its own challenges-and gives its own inspiration- always with mountains beckoning on the near horizon.
It is my aim to “take courage”; to grab life by the throat and shake it; to chase my dreams with every bit of planning and joy I can muster and to pass on that same enjoyment to my children. I want to be a mighty fortress to my family and to be well grounded in that Mighty Fortress of which Luther wrote and to whom and of whom Bach wrote each week.