Music has always been a very big part of my life. So has pain. One of my earliest memories is of pain, with my mother on my knees beside me. I was crying and so was she. I could understand my Mommy saying, “Tell me where it hurts, baby. Tell, Mommy where it hurts.” The only problem was – I didn’t know the word of the part that was hurting me. I was 2 ½ – 3 years old.
Another early memory is of my sister, Rose, holding me and rocking me. She was singing “Blowing in the Wind” by Bob Dylan. Her version was more like Peter, Paul, and Mary’s. From then on there was lots of music in my memory from hymns and ballads, to folk songs and classical. Music was always happening either on the radio or someone was singing. Mommy taught me to sing when I was very young and I have always had a love of singing, even when the pain is super bad there is usually a song to sing to help lift my mood.
This son, “Sunshine (On My Shoulders)” by John Denver has always been important, because this is how it feels to me when I am able to sit out in the sun and bake away some of the soreness and the “down” of not having the best body. I learned, and accepted, many years ago even if my body was imperfect, this didn’t mean my Soul and Mind was. So, I accepted my imperfections as well as the good parts of me and have had a pretty good life over all.
This Spring the time spent sitting in the sun hasn’t been as much as I would like, but have been able to sit in the golden warmth some and am looking forward to sitting in it more. Sunshine lifts my spirit, my very heart, and gives me an opportunity to just be happy in the moment.
Today it is extremely cool. The sky is overcast with sad, gray clouds that threaten rain but never produce, or not yet. So, today I give you Sunshine, just in a different form. I hope you like it like I do.
Now, on to the ink mines while there is time left in the day and energy in my body.