Wandering Along the Path: Right Speech

We're getting a real rainstorm today.  Yesterday was hit and miss, but this is the real thing.  The rain is supposed to continue through Thursday, and hopefully it's snowing in the mountains, giving us a much needed snowpack.  My husband is singing in his big chorus this weekend:  Friday night, yesterday afternoon and today in the the afternoon.  Our younger son and daughter and daughter-in-law are going with me to see the concert.  It's Dovorak's "The Spector Bride", which I've never heard.  We'll be stuffed in like wet puppies in the hall; we'll be cosy, to say the least.  I can't overemphasize the importance of music in our family.  It bonds my husband and myself, as we both grew up in school and in my case church choirs.  I went to music camp every summer.  I sang to my children and they all sing and play instruments.  Our ten year old granddaughter sings in a Girl's Chorus and also all the time and everywhere she can, like her school talent show.  The two bungly toddlers regale us with versions of Wheels on the Bus, Old MacDonald, Twinkle, Kookaburra, Buffalo Gals, Freight Train and the younger's current favorite, The Muffin Man.  Music lifts our spirits and speaks feelings we cannot express any other way.  I believe music and art made us human.