Celtic Calling

I am quarter Irish, and don't think much about ethnicity often. I like to be surrounded by lots of different cultures. However, I have these sudden moods for music that only Celtic music can quench. I feel like it's a calling, hence the title of this post.
I love all types of music, and can easily listen to rock, classical, jazz, etc. But there are days that some traditional harps and flutes just sound perfect. It creates such a magical sound. Literally, it's as if I was transported to some faraway land of fairies and runes. It's also a very nostalgic feeling. I used to Irish step dance, and listening to Celtic music reminds me so much of the steps and the stages. What I've discovered is that Irish step dancing (and probably all types of dance) is that it's like riding a bike. You never really forget. You might not know all the moves the rest of your life, but you will always have that emotion to want to get up and click your heels and dance when the music that reminds you of it begins to play.
Music is just so powerful. It's like a pebble in a pound, the ripples that form are all the different emotions that music can effect in a person. And for me Celtic music acts as a catalyst for my emotions of peace, nostalgia, happiness, and a sense of dance (which could just possibly be considered an emotion of sorts).
Thanks for reading. :)

Just Passing By

One thing I think about a lot is the people we pass by in life.  You know, the ones you're stuck in traffic next to, the people you share the sidewalk with, or the woman or man beside you in line at Starbucks. It's strange to think about how you are sharing that moment in life with them, and sometimes heading towards the same thing, or in line for similar reasons, but you will probably never get to know them, or even see them again.  Well, you might be in the same area as them at another time, but recognition would be futile.  It makes me wonder if we are all missing out by not greeting and chatting with the "randoms" in our lives.  Or maybe it's better this way, minding your own business. 
Seems like the only time a stranger breaks the barrier built upon their personal life is when they are attracted to someone. I wonder if the conversation would be more awkward if you just said hello, rather than a pick up line (and in some cases, compliments or casual talk about the weather are used).  However, anyone enjoys hearing that someone thinks they are attractive, whereas a conversation in the style of "friends" talking may raise suspicion in someone.  "Why is this person talking to me? Are they about to try to sell me something? Etc. Etc."  It seems like people enjoy keeping their personal lives just that, personal.  I know that I do.
Then again, if someone were to engage in a conversation with me, and we hadn't met before, I know that that would quite be an interesting experience. You would learn about someone else, the world, and probably even yourself.
So, the next time that line you are standing in looks as if it's going to last for days, say hello to your neighbors, and enjoy the step you've taken out of the ordinary. 

Internet Remedy?

Wasn't planning on writing another post tonight, but I have a splitting headache.  Usually it's nice to listen to music and wait until the aching stops, but I decided to see if writing this would help.  With my bottle of water next to me, and a blank surface to scribble on, I am hoping my brain will be distracted enough to forget about it's current state.
It's interesting personifying the mind in this text, it doesn't seem too out of place. To me it feels like the mind could be it's own person.  Am I really personifying my mind, or is my mind personifying me? Without it, I would be thoughtless, motionless, vacant.  It gives me the characteristics that authors give to inanimate objects. But, then again, what I do with the available common sense, expanse of knowledge, language, and perception is up to me. Just a thought to nibble on.
Well, the time for the name of this blog to reign true was now, and if that wasn't random enough just wait. Let's continue the rambling, shall we? 

A Strange New World

Ever have that feeling..."I think I might just start a blog today."?  Well, that was me, about an hour ago, and here I am, a few keystrokes later, blogging. I have to admit, it is awfully strange. No idea what I am going to write about, or how often, and honestly right now I have no plan as to where this post is heading. But, inspiration has many faces, and if by chance one day, I have a life changing epiphany about something that needs to be written and posted, I will now have this. 
So, blogging....what is it exactly that I do with this? At the moment I have no extreme emotions to spill in Times New Roman font. I have no burning desire to review something. No extraordinary stories to share with you (if there is anyone there...haha). Overall, I am not that interesting....today. Although, you (and I) never know...perhaps tomorrow I will write about something that someone was destined to read.  Something that pulls at the heartstrings, or tickles the funny bone, maybe by this time tomorrow you will be at the edge of the seat you're on, scanning these simple words with thirst. Who knows...
The future is unknown, as for the present, I welcome you to my blog, and am looking forward to how it grows.