There is a time for many words, and there is also a time for sleep.”
-Homer, The Odyssey
A month has passed flown since my last post. Time is such a weird thing with how it can both drag and fly at the same time, but I guess it’s a good thing that the saying is “Time flies when you’re having fun.” And at the advice of Homer, (see quote above), I’m going to try to make this a short post because it’s almost 2:00 AM. Right, we’ll see. LOL
When I woke up, my Instagram app was still open on my phone, and the post was an image of sheet music with the following: “If you can read this, thank a music teacher.” So many music teachers in my life, but the first was my mom.
At the funeral home when I spoke about my mom, I said that the greatest gift she gave me was that she taught me how to read, not only words but also music, before I even started kindergarten. When I saw the Instagram post about thanking a music teacher, my mom came to mind – she came to mind several times today – and it felt like a nudge to get this out of my head. Or my heart. They’re kind of the same sometimes.
A little more than a year ago, I started playing my ukulele regularly and occasionally posting a video on Facebook or Instagram. Over the past year, by allowing instead of chasing, music overtook writing. (I think I wrote about this in my previous blog post)
In media res. And as timing would have it, my recording of Chasing Cars popped up on my YouTube playlist while I was typing the previous paragraph. The description reads: “23 February 2021 – I haven’t had a lot of time for posting on social media, but I have been playing daily and having fun learning some new tools. This is the base of one project, and special thanks to Paul Hennessee Music for making time to help me learn what I’m trying to accomplish. Thank you to all of my IG ukulele family for inspiration, support, and especially for shining your light through music.”
Sigh… so much more to say, but I scrolled back to update the title and reread Homer’s quote. A N Y W A Y . . .
Dear Mommy,
I missed you a lot today. I had just posted my latest video, Devoted to You, and while I should have been super happy, my heart suddenly felt heavy and I started crying. Maybe it was just the collective energy because of all the things going on in the world, but it’s been a while since that kind of thing happened. I missed having you to cry to, but the one you picked for me was there.
Thank you for everything. you’ve done for me. You encouraged me as a writer, but you nurtured me as a musician. And in any case, you wanted your children to be “good people”. Everyday I feel grateful for so many things, and it doesn’t escape me that much of it is because of you. Because you’re my mom.
I receive so much kindness in the feedback on my videos, but the most meaningful are the ones that aren’t about the music but my mission and purpose that comes from my smile or light or energy. This past year has been a lovely adventure, and truly “I bless the day I found” my Beau. Believe me, I get it, why you picked him – our devotion to each other, to our mission and purpose, and to the Higher Power. He’s my dream come true AND he’s making some of your dreams for me come true too. Thank you, Mommy. Love and miss you always.
Luceat lux vestra.