Sometimes you just need to wallow.
Sometimes life gets the best of us. Or death. Or maybe a broken heart or lost job takes you to your knees. The pain is palpable.
In those times, the storm rolls in, sometimes unexpectedly, smothering your soul. Such a sick feeling of sorrow, like a long slow sigh of the cello.
No one teaches us how to survive death. It’s total immersion learning. Lonely. Breathe in, breathe out. Sob.
And then the sun comes out making the air clean and fresh and bright.
I play music. My favorite go to happy song, no matter the season, is Sleigh Ride (Boston Pops Orchestra version). Strange I suppose, but it reminds me of Christmas and family and snow. How can you not be happy riding in a one-horse-open-sleigh in the woods? Carefree times. The horse whinny at the end always makes me smile.
Quiet time, yoga, meditation, walking and thinking, looking at the trees. Trees are a brighter shade of green after the storm.
Like the long slow sigh of the cello: dying. But the sound of it is the only beautiful thing about it.― Sonya Hartnett, Surrender
|Godspeed, Pauline Boerner|