My hopes, my thoughts, my dreams, they all need to be written down some were. Or do they?
What would the world miss, if I never said a word? If I never had a thought that I shared with others? What if my picture's or my singing voice, were never shared with more than my family? The answer, sadly, is nothing, for now.
There is a difference between a blog and a journal. A journal is for the future generations. A blog is for the here and now. I think that I may have to start a journal or start saving my blog, for the future.
I have talents and passions that I have been hiding away. Not for the fear of preforming, but for the fear of praise. I have spent so many years, hiding my talents, that I don't know how to handle, sincere compliments. My most favorite time I performed, I sang a solo in church, and ran off to a nephew's farewell before any one had a chance give me a compliment.
So here are a few of my pictures and a promise. I will sing more, in public and I will learn to be gracious, when some one compliments that talent. I will write story's and not worry that I can not compare to the talent of my daughter.
More pictures to come- all with love-Boyd
3 comments:
I've always loved your voice, Boyd.
Do you remember thirtymumble years ago when you, Steve and I were singing "Sound of Silence"? I remember you were playing the guitar, and I imagine Steve was as well. I was singing the counter-tune.
Unfortunately, I am the only person in this family who can't sing! It's not fair! Hmph!
You should sing out, proudly. It is one of your gifts.
Love,
Reva
The new banner is so cool.
Love, Stacey
Reva,
I think Steve must have been the one playing guitar. I don't ever remember learning how to play, Sound of Silence.But I'm ready to put the band back together, when you are.
Love Boyd
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