Winter, Please “Let It Go”

Could the creators of Frozen have timed the release of the film any better?

I don’t think so….

With half of the U.S. still frozen, and while Americans are anxiously awaiting the advent of Spring–along with the DVD release of Frozen (did you know you can already purchase the film through iTunes or advance purchase it through Amazon?), I thought I would supply you with some covers and renditions of the Oscar-winning song, “Let It Go.”

Last Sunday’s Oscar performance from Idina Menzel (or is it Adele Dazeem?):

Official Demi Lovato:

A little bit of tribal flavor and ice castles:

More ice castles with some Vivaldi for good measure:

And, just for fun–Jimmy Fallon, Idina Menzel, & The Roots along with some elementary school instrument accompaniment:

Which one is your favorite?

Home

This new video/song from The Piano Guys touched my spirit this morning.


Watching it brought to mind many phrases which talk about home.  Among some of the more familiar are sayings such as, “home is where the heart is” or “be it ever so humble, there’s no place like home.” Even the precious Dorothy had power to click her ruby-slippered heels while saying, “There’s no place like home” to be transported back to her beloved Kansas.


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Through these thoughts, I began to question what the idea of home really means to me. Is home a physical place? Is it a feeling? Is it an entity all in itself that defies but embodies place, time, or feeling?


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I was born into a home on the east coast of the United States. When I was less than ten years old, our family changed houses (but not cities). I was concerned that I was leaving the familiarity of all I knew up to that point and all I connected with home. Though I was taking my loved ones and toys, my clothing and other belongings with me, I was leaving Pepto-Bismol pink walls of a room where I had slept since I could remember. I worried that my life would change. (And it did.) But I still had a “home.”


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Years later, our family relocated to another state. The culture was different; the surroundings were surreal. Still, I came to call that place home.


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As I have moved many more times throughout my life–both as a child and as an adult, I have developed a new definition of the word home. Home doesn’t mean toys or a blanket or pink walls or even a particular city or state to me anymore. I have learned that home is acceptance, friendship, faith, connection, comfort, peace, and love…wherever this path of life may lead.