Music - Expressions of the Soul

Picture of the Day: 

Blue Ridge Parkway, North Carolina

Quote of the Day:

"Hard work spotlights the character of people: some turn up their sleeves, some turn up their noses, and some don't turn up at all."
-Sam Ewing

My music tastes are eclectic. The majority of my iPod is country, but I adore classical music, Celtic inspired music, easy listening...just about anything, as long as it is not rap. So, as we continue down the journey of my soundtracks (which, by the way, are never set in stone or finished), you will see a variety of types of music that I use. And today, I give you David Arkenstone and song number two in my ever expanding soundtrack.

David Arkenstone is a Celtic/New World artist, and is predominantly instrumental. Basically, a genius with music. This particular piece, called Magic Forest, is one that I actually found via Youtube whilst looking for a different one to put up here. I fell in love with it.

It is so peaceful and tranquil; exactly the kind of music that I use for inspiration with some of my scenes in my Legacy of Elysia series that take place in the glade. The main character, Octavian, is haunted by visions of a war where he lost his best friend, Caelan. The place he finds the most comfort is in the confines of the glade, nestled a good hour's walk into the forest behind his house where he meets the gentle daughter of Orestes for company.

Here, as you are listening, read my description of the glade:

         The tall trees vanished for a space large enough to be called a glade, nothing more. The branches of the great trees along the edge rose high, seemingly reaching out for the opposite side of the clearing, until they were all entwined with one another in a slow dance of the ages. The canopy lovingly shaded the pool of cool water that lay in the center of the clearing, glittering and dancing in the golden sunlight that managed to seep its way through the branches and leaves; to the eye it looked as if jewels were hidden at the surface of the water, though no matter how greedily one delved and dove none would be found. Beside the pool was a boulder. Grey and sleek, it seemed entirely foreign against the earthy tones the glade harbored. It was as if the gods themselves had placed it there, to offer a place to rest and relax amongst their finest work, where the scent of colorful blooms could encompass and enfold a person until they were blanketed and comforted in the purity and calm the glade held.

Yes; I do believe this song is perfection!