Somewhere in my youth among my parent's seats to the symphony, ballroom dancing lessons, and pairs of teeny tiny white gloves I wore to church and special occasions, I was taught to listen to music. Not the musical notes, but the sounds of the instruments, the reference to a story through music. I'm not a musician, a ballroom dancer, or attending any symphonies lately, but I still listen to music. Listen, imagine, and relax. Perhaps I'll close my eyes and picture that place in my mind that the music sounds like. That's how I listen to music, unless of course I'm driving the car, then eyes wide open! Today, I'm listening to my heritage. My Irish heritage that I'm actively researching. I remember the first time I heard Celtic Thunder perform. I was decorating a tall thin Christmas tree in our basement with needlepoint ornaments my mom made. I turned the television on just to pass the time. Ha, pass the time, I never got off the couch...I watched the entire PBS...