By Sheryl Means @sherylmeans

I am trying really really hard to de-clutter and get my home in order. I believe the state of disarray has impeded my vision for the future. So yesterday I decided that instead of politics as background noise (I really must stop listening to so much of the current events) I chose the Motown station on Pandora.

As a child of the ’60s and ’70s Motown shaped my love for soul and R&B music. Throw in classical from my days in the band and well, let’s just say my music is quite eclectic.

There is something about the Motown sound that stirs my soul. It is one of those things I think a person either gets or doesn’t get. My husband is in the later category. He thinks it is all OK, but there is no passion for this music.

As I danced and cleaned – the song that stood out to me was Reflections sung by The Supremes. I have been a huge Supremes fan my entire life. I still remember buying their Farewell album. Mom took me to Newberrys department store and I put it on lay-a-way. I felt so grown up. As I got my allowance saved up I was able to make the final payment and bring my treasure home. I still have that album.

This time, while listening to it, certain lines stood out as significant:

Through the mirror of my mind…

Reflections of the way life used to be…

Trapped in a world that’s a distorted reality…

As I peer through the windows of lost time…

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Five Hundred Days

The house is quiet. For now. I sit here contemplating my day. Cradling my coffee cup in my hands, I feel the warmth and inhale the aroma of this hallowed first cup of the day. The first is always the best. I take a sip and feel as it warms and soothes my mouth and my palette. I swallow. The aftertaste arouses my tastebuds. The warmth moves down my throat…the day has begun.

How will I make this day different from the past five hundred days?

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