Music

“Music was my refuge. I could crawl into the space between the notes and curl my back to loneliness.” ~ Maya Angelou

Music touches us all in different ways. It can move us to tears, it can make us dance, it can calm a moment and bring us back to a place in time. Music has always been a big part of my life. I cannot sing to save my life, but have always enjoyed screeching out lyrics nonetheless. I was in chorus for years, and there was brave soul who I was next to for a few of those years because I could copy (sometimes) her pitch. Laura Griggs, you saint. I think of you often over the years as my daughter (who is an amazing singer), when younger, would ask, “Does that sound good to you?” Knowing I can’t carry a tune in a bucket, I will still sing to the top of my lungs and I wondered, did Laura ever feel the same way? My husband (who sings very well) when we are in the car singing will just smile and say, “you’re cute.” I’m sure that’s another way of saying, “Does that sound good to you?” I will also get the lyrics wrong and do not wish to know the real ones because mine are just fine.

I’ve had a song stuck in my head for a long time, and I could hear the tune and even knew a few of the words. Something about not being there and “I’ll be home soon.” I knew it was a “talking” song, if you will. I knew where this song was from, but thought there was no way my dad still had his old 8-tracks, but sure enough he did. I asked him to send me a picture of them and I would try to find the song. I sat for hours going through the songs on YouTube trying to find the right song. I heard a song and thought, “this sounds familiar” in my spirit, but it wasn’t THE song (Johnny Paychecks, Outlaw’s Prayer). I heard old songs that brought me back to being 8 years old in my bedroom on a Saturday morning when the clock radio would click on and I could feel everything about that moment. From the smell of the jasmine to the birds singing outside. If you would have asked me who could bring up those feelings, never in a million years would I have said Anne Murray. Seriously, I didn’t even know this name, but apparently she was a part of my love of music journey, because I listened to every song and knew them all as I sang along wondering, who was I so in love with at that age that the song I Just Fall In Love Again made me feel the feels? Needless to say, she will be on my playlist now. As Matt came in the room and let me know it was getting late and we should get ready for bed, I decided to listen to one more tape. I looked at the picture and put the name in YouTube. I had been playing the first 30 seconds of songs and knew if it was something I wanted to listen to or not, and then would go to the next or play the whole thing. The first song was ok, and I listened to most of it, but knowing it was almost time for bed I went to the next. As the next song started to play, it didn’t even play for 3 seconds when I knew this was THE song. The tears started to flow. I was 12 years old laying on my dad’s floor, away from my mom for the first time that I could remember, feeling so lost hearing this song for the first time (Tammy Wynette, Dear Daughters). I remember crying for her for months because she was my person, good or bad. I would play this song on repeat and think of her, until one day I no longer did.

Yesterday was Mother’s Day, and that’s when I heard the song. It made me miss her, but not enough to pick up the phone. Life is weird and complicated and so is love and boundaries. I have played the song a few times now, and I think it’s healing something inside me. I’m able to connect with that broken 12 year old and really start to heal her. Music is amazing. Where I needed to find this song because it was an earworm, to being able to lay that moment in time to rest. I will find peace and forgiveness for myself. I will be thankful for all the other songs I found and how the good memories will outweigh the bad. In therapy when I talk about “healing,” it all centers around that time in my life, what happened before it that lead to that moment, to how I responded to everything after. I’m 53 now, and you would think I should be “over it,” but when you go years just shoving things down, hoping they’ll go away, you can’t get over it. I never blame my parents now for anything, because if I do i have to also give them credit for the good. I take responsibility for my life. I have found that everyone will have challenges in life and you can only hope there will be great people along the way to help you. For me I had some amazing people who showed kindness in the day-to-day who may not ever know, but when I hear a song it brings me back, and sometimes it will bring a smile, and sometimes it will bring a tear, but they have all helped me along the way. I hope when you listen to music it moves you the same way and you feel it all, the good, the bad, and the ugly, because at least you feel. I also hope you always have people in your life that will help you, Find The Good In Your Life.