Introducing Rosie
In my heart, I sing along
The point of today’s rambles is this:
My daughter, Rosanna, has just started uploaded her first song to her new youtube channel, and she has just started her own substack. I would love, love, love for you to show her some love. Take a listen, subscribe to her substack, heart, share…
I have a lot of feelings about sharing Rosie’s music with the world. It brings out so much emotion in me—seeing her standing at the very edge of the rest of her life, knowing the gifts God has put in her will take her down her own path. Her music touches me deeply. She has such an intuitive grasp of how hope can be both fragile and strong, how life can be beautiful and sorrowful. I love this girl. I love her music. It is my joy to introduce you to this beautiful soul.
Read about this song on her first substack post here:
Also, make sure to read her about page. It just makes me happy.
Rosie will be posting more videos in the days ahead, and she is working on an album of her original songs, playing piano, guitar, violin, viola, and Irish whistles. I keep saying this, but I am just waiting for the moment I can drive down the highway, radio blaring her songs and sing along at the top of my lungs.
Sending love and deep blue October skies,
Mackenzie
From the blog:
Copying and pasting this blog post from 2022, as it seems especially poignant to me today.
My Daughter Plays the Piano
My daughter plays the piano and I am carried through time. I hear the first chorded cry, after the lifesong of her body broke open my womb and burst forth like a melody. Our voices, separate, but blended as one.
The movement of her youth is passed. A lively staccato that made us dance and laugh. A twirling girl, a song to be carried on your shoulders. A springing singing, sweetly ringing, filling up the room. Allegro.
And the music changes and brings me back to this moment. Here she sits, at piano’s edge, a young woman. A slow adagio. A lilting, lullabied theme, the phrases lengthening, tremulous and sweet. And I listen.
Life is a passing song. Measure by measure, we are asked to open our hearts to it. To let it touch us. To let it move us. To let it change us from the inside out.
My daughter plays the piano and in my heart, I sing along.
If you enjoyed the post, would you click the heart below or above? Those little hearts tell Substack to share my work more widely. And if you have read this post all the way to the end, thank you for giving me two of your most costly treasures today—your time and attention. What a gift.