Wednesday, August 4, 2010

My dearest God,

Music is surely heaven sent. Today was a day of music. Gabrielle, Lucy and I formed an orchestra at the kitchen table. The extraordinary instruments consisted of plastic and glass cups, upside down and right side up, bowls of cereal with milk, and long teaspoons. In our jammies we sat in our straight back chairs and played and sang some favorite songs. Our most favorite was The Bible played to the tune of Bingo.

In the middle of the afternoon with jammies intact we invited my daughter Jill and two year old Rylan to dance with us. We danced in lines, in couples and separately to Latin tunes, jazz, 60's revolution, 70's music, retro disco, country tunes tavern, and contemporary songs. We danced loosely, did I say loosely, really loosely the cha cha cha, salsa, waltz, twist, rock n roll, pony, hip hop, bunny hop, slow dance and well, I didn't really recognize the rest of what we did. The music blaring, the inhabitants going crazy and the house rocking, we had so much fun.

I have come to realize more and more the gift of music especially when it gets in our bones, down deep in the marrow. Things seem to smooth out, celebrations begin, hurts are lifted, disappointments dissolve, anger dissipates, joy is heightened, hope is strengthened and peace declares a truce to what ails us. Music rallies us round with family and friends and when we are alone with saints and angels. Today I sang and danced with all of them.

You are
the wondrous source
of my joy,
dearest God.
As I
gaze upon
my family
singing and dancing,
I breathe prayers
of thanksgiving
and praise.
To you
I give
all my ability
to praise you.

Love always, Andrea