JOURNEY: What key is the song of YOUR life in?

What you perform instinctively, without thought, measure or script, is indeed the concert of your soul. With bitter tones of untuned strings, its melody can have an unharmonious rhythm …raw, natural, unrehearsed. Or it can send people dancing. So when your song is played for the audience of your world, will it be loved -- or loathed? Will it resonate like the most beautiful of sonatas – gentle, kind, melodic? Or will it be harsh, shrill, unforgiving, piercing the veil of tenderness with selfish bitterness?

At the crescendo of life, we will all look back to see if what we put forth, if our very nature, our very instinct, exuded the pureness of heart and spirit that we long to blanket ourselves in.

Renee Antonelli Valente

In a world that births us into unkind cradles, do we do our best to overcome the sour milk we are relegated as sustenance. Yet sometimes we reflect this unpleasant taste, as an unconscious payback to a world we come to loathe.

The complexities of love, hurt, pain and joy so mirror one another that they are almost indistinguishable within their very framework of emotion. Their power, their intense, consuming power, become the marionette master of us all, pulling each string to form the chords that we are destined to sing.

Fate, Destiny, with their Siren songs: alluring, tempting, making us believe that we have no command over our own fragility, lure us like blind lemmings toward the rocky shore that is our every day, laughing at our attempts to row away into the healing arms of benevolence.

Have we been banished by all that is good that we have lost sight of all that makes us inherently human? Were we led to believe that we are worth so little that we have to consume ourselves with placebos …greed, lust, arrogance, selfishness …as to anesticise our humanity and mask our vulnerability?

Is our egotism as people merely a self protective mechanism that prevents us from receiving all that is truly great in this world, born from a fear of loss and disappointment?

As adults, we should go forth as children…hopeful, wishful, naïve …with wide-eyed enthusiasm. Get past our cynicism, bury our insecurities, our fears, and notions that love, humility, kindness and tolerance breeds vulnerability and pain.

With strength that could only come from deep within what is intrinsically beautiful about each of us, we need to compose a song that is reflective of the mirror of our soul, a song, that, when projected upon the world, becomes as sweet and tender as the wind …a comforting breeze that even we, ourselves, smile at when we feel.

A concert, that, when completed, deserves nothing less than a standing ovation.

She moved to Wayne, but this Union (City) Hiller never left her city roots. Renee Antonelli Valente is a true 'tweener', book-ended by a feisty mom in her 70s and her own inquisitive grade-schoolers. Still, she finds time to rock out.

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