It's Not Always For Dancing
Sitting here at the ole' computer this morning, I slowly became aware that I was humming a tune with my mind's voice. Every time I pay attention to my mind, it's humming away. Usually it repeats the same snippet of a song, over and over again.
I really tried to continue with my little 'puter game, but the awareness of those bars of music simply got in the way of all other thought.
During our initial struggle with C's death, I clearly remember mind-singing "Calling All Angels" and "Amazing Grace". Thinking of my own eventual demise I always hum "Prop Me Up Beside The Jukebox". (So for those of you who are near and dear to me, please gather my ashes and let's all go to a really fun bar and play that tune while drinking to my otherworldly health.)
There is music everywhere, if you bother to pay attention. The heart sings joyfully when we are happy, and soothes us with sweet song before sleep. The percussion band races its music through our bodies when we are excited or scared, sending our senses into overdrive. And then there are the warm mental lullabies when holding a small child or the furry bundle of a baby animal.
The sound of a loved one's voice is virtual music. It awakens our nurturing genes and adds light to the brightest day. Even more astounding than Beethoven is the music of a beautiful glimpse of nature; the mind runs amok creating the appropriate notes to revel by.
Through the depths of sorrow and the the heights of joy, our minds continue to meet our emotions with music. Perhaps true dispair is when the music stops. So, hum a few bars and join me in song. The mind never sings off-key.
