Two cool projects that I came across this week that I have been itching to share-First, on
AETN there was a special called Playing For Change, where a producer traveled for 10 years recording street musicians singing, playing, drumming, tapping along to the same songs. Mark Johnson, the founder, then connects all the recordings together to get this "we are the world" affect, with a lot of different musical sounds and voices. I think what struck me the most was the immense talent of these musicians. Some students, street performers, all ranges of social backgrounds, and all incredibly talented. They held so much passion for music, and I was sucked in to the show wanting more and more. It seems like
I'll have to order the
CD online. You can enjoy some of the videos on YouTube follow this to see
Stand By Me.


The second project is about
home. A collection of the visuals and meanings behind a simple word, that evokes a vast array of emotions. At first, when I was reading through all the submissions, I was thinking about what my contribution would be. What is "home" to me? Is it people, or conversations, or a place? For me, the word home is comfort and love, but the place changes. Since my parents are no longer in the house where I grew up, I don't associate the word with a place as much as I do the people that I love. The mental setting of my first thought of "home" goes something like this... Family sort of the chatting around a dinner table, drinking hot tea, or wine depending on the time of day, sharing stories...
For Me It's comfort, joy, relaxation, real life problems, it's brutal honesty, it's me feeling and saying how I really feel, no fluff, homemade cookies, jazz music playing in the background, it's tears and laughter, it is sweet memories tucked away in my heart, long hugs, homemade sun tea, family photos, celebrating achievements and milestones, my birthday cupcakes, my family, friends and loved ones all sharing in life.
As I started to think about what the word means to me, I realize that my concept of home is very different than it use to be. I have a deep desire to create my own home and fill it up to the brim with a family, my family. The ironic part is, when that happens, the meaning of home will yet again morph to mean something entirely new and different to me. I really can't wait for that experience, I look forward to sharing with my children and creating their own sense of what home means to them.
What does the word home mean to you?
Read about this
blog project. Submit something! I will let you know what mine is when I fine tune my thoughts.