Living Well With Allison Kugel

Living Well With Allison Kugel

Mind Where Your Music Comes From

By: Allison Kugel


Over the past few months I have received numerous letters of appreciation from you that have filled my heart with humility and love. I am grateful to hear that my writing is impacting lives.

I am also the first to admit that my writing is stream of consciousness and many times I do not know where the information I share comes from. What I do know for sure is that it does not come from me, but through me. Many times I will awaken in the morning bursting with information that I must write down immediately, for fear that it will disappear before I’ve had the chance to rub my eyes and stumble into the kitchen for a morning dose of caffeine. I call it my “morning download.” I have always believed that each of us is bestowed with gifts to share, which are infused into us by a higher source. I am just as much the student as I am the teacher.

Last week I was having a conversation with an old friend about the heroes and mentors we all put up on pedestals, and whom we admire for their courage and their clarity. The late Dr. Maya Angelou was one of those people for me. I joked with my friend and said, “I don’t know what I would have done if I ever witnessed Dr. Angelou losing her temper and throwing a tantrum.” We laughed, and then my friend said, “It would have made her human.” Indeed, at my best I live in the space of what I write, and yet, at my worst I am only human. I have the occasional bad day, but I would like to think my best days far outweigh my worst days. That is all any of us can hope for while in the flesh.

We must forgive ourselves and forgive others as we navigate the human condition, and be kind to yourself when you stumble. Celebrate the victories and learn from the mistakes. Acknowledge that you are a co-creator, and remember to give thanks to the universe for the blessings and gifts you have been granted.

I love this radio analogy:

A radio in a man’s home bellowed out a beautiful piece of music, and as the man swayed hypnotically to the song being played, he declared aloud, “What a beautiful song!”

Suddenly, he heard the radio respond, “Why, thank you!”

The man took a surprised beat and replied back, “Pardon me?”

The radio then replied back to the man, “You said you like my song, and so I am thanking you.”

The man, incredulous and confused, retorted, “What do you mean, your song?”

The radio, proud as a peacock, said, “Well, the song is coming from me.”

That is when the man turned to the radio and explained, “The song may be coming through you, but it is certainly not coming from you. Don’t you know that the song you play had to be written, composed, vocalized and instrumentally accompanied by others? And let us not forget the sound engineers, producers, and the technology that allows the radio waves to bring this song into my home. You, sir, are merely an instrument that allows this beautiful music to play. But do not think for a moment that you are the song’s sole creator.”



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