Your
Music
“The
most beautiful music of all is the music of what happens.” Irish
Proverb
I'm
reading a book right now titled, Map of Bones, by James Rollins. It's
one of those high adventure stories of exploding buildings and fast
car chases; this one involves the Vatican and some devilish order
still in existence from the bad old days of the anti-popes. I read
and think, “Boy, I'm glad I'm not there” That's just too much
action for me. And sometimes when I watch Masterpiece Theater, I
think, “Wow, I wish I were there!” I love the clothes,
especially. But of course, I'm not in either of those places—they're
just escapes from where I am, which is here, now.
Books,
television, good theater, art and music are wonderful ways of
momentarily being where we are not. They allow us to step into other
worlds, and imagine how life is, or was, or will be. Sometimes, we
need to escape from the day to day, even if only for an hour or so.
But life happens where we are. Lord knows, drama happens where we
are. And the real music of our lives is the best of all. What if we
were to see our lives as a piece of music? My friend, Anna tells me
that she thrills to Requiem Symphonies. Personally, I'm more of a
Stevie Wonder, Neil Young, Bruce Springsteen type. The music we love
speaks volumes about who we are.
But
there is also the music all around us—the sounds we hear without
hearing that let us know we are home. Birdsong, planes droning into
the airport, lawn mowers, leaf blowers, dogs barking, men hammering
on rooftops, train whistles—this is the music of life in my neck of
the woods. This morning, I received a text video of my great-niece
jumping in her jumper, giggling, with her mommy's encouraging voice
in the background—that's music to my ears. What's your music? Are
you listening to it now?
In
the Spirit,
Jane
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