This has definitely been one of the longest blog droughts for me, and so if you’ve been waiting for new content, I apologize and thank you for your patience. I’m recovering from one of the most stressful few weeks I’ve ever had in my real gig. For a music teacher, December and May are particularly challenging, and sometimes they are a nightmare. For four days I did not return from work until 8 or 9 in the evening, and even then I did work up until bedtime. I finished off the week with a bang, and fortunately not literally, because I went roller skating on a field trip with many of our kids on Friday. It had been years. I’m proud to say that though the skills didn’t come back to me as fast as they did seven or eight years ago, I managed to do okay… and I DIDN’T FALL! I had a blast, though if the muscles in my right ankle could talk, they’d say something very different.
So here’s a little something for you today.
I learned this in the book Lily Dale: The Town That Talks to the Dead by Christine Wicker, which I’m reading right now. Mediums at the turn of the century, real or hoaxers, were almost all women. Men were only okay with listening to these women mediums speak because it was men that were almost always being channeled through them. It was clear that these mediums were the real thing, because there is no way that a woman could come up with such great wisdom and answers on her own.
This either made you laugh or really annoyed you. Either way, I thought it was an interesting look back, and a great example of how far we’ve come in a century… though many would argue we’ve got a long way to go yet.