Day 11: Albums I Would Take to a Deserted Island

As I enter Day 11 of Blogember, my commitment to blog each day during the month of November I find myself in a rather nice groove of anticipating the blog - not looking ahead to the topic and the launching in first thing in the morning. I've decided if I were a writer, I'd write first thing. I love the ritual of morning - shower, prayers, first cup of coffee and then the anticipation of writing. Hmmm…

Today's topic is the music I would take with me to a deserted island.

1. Sara Bareilles - The Blessed Unrest. I have listed to this album over and over and over again. I was, of course, drawn to it for Brave. And found that I was truly touched by 1000 Times in a very deep way. And the song Chasing the Sun represents how I face the day at work - I listen as I walk into the building nearly every day! Each song is wonderful, heartfelt and touching from a gifted artist!

2. Dixie Chicks - Fly is one of those albums that works if you're happy or you're frustrated. It gets your heart pumping. A good one to run to, and have an entire playlist of The Chicks - the get you going music followed by the strong ballads serving as cool down songs. I know they're a bit dated, but I still love them!

3. Maroon 5 - Overexposed - How can I not choose Adam Levine on my top albums. Love him - his voice, the twinkle in his eye and that strut. He's just so likable. And then to have that music that helps explain others feel the same way - One More Night, Love Somebody and Payphone to name just a few.

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