This week's song was very much ripped directly from our real lives. I don't always like to write autobiographical songs (seems a bit too Dear Diary), but we are moving next week, and as I was doing some packing and cleaning it occurred to me that both Scot and I have moved a lot in our lives. As a child, moving upset me. I always felt like I was being forced to leave things and places behind that were irreplaceable. I think I may have been slightly overexposed to The Wizard of Oz. As an adult I no longer feel this way, no longer feel the need to cling so tightly to places or things. While thinking these thoughts, I was sweeping the floor in the living room and still finding flecks of glitter from the Christmas tree that stood in the corner of that room six months earlier. Something about that seemed prosaic to me, it seemed to speak in favor of my thought that nothing is ever really left behind when we move on. I stopped sweeping to jot down a few lines about it. I let these written lines sit for a few days, not knowing what, if anything, I wanted to do with them. On Tuesday morning I decided to sit down and see if I could come up with something for this week's song. I pulled up my word processor and found the scraps I had jotted down and discovered that below the lines about the tree appeared the line "turning life into a song". I didn't remember writing that, but felt it was the thought that would make the ideas I'd piled up while sweeping become cohesive and tidy. So here it is, a sparkly clean song about home sweet home.
We hope to employ the help of the fabulous Luv Club to complete next week's song!
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