Music before words. At least not words.
“And we all had one hope
There was someone lookin’ down
To return our bodies to each other
And the ground” ~ The Airborne Toxic Event “All at Once”
I am sitting on my kitchen floor. Not because I’m in the middle of some breakdown, and not because I just spilled a bag of chocolate chips. No, the chocolate chips are sitting in a bag right beside me and I am eating them very purposefully.
I’m sitting here now, on my (somewhat dirty) kitchen floor because right now this is where the best light is in my house. My husband just left with our baby girl for an errand (A break! Thank you, Husband!) and left the door open and it’s letting in the warmest sun.
I’m listening to Lucinda Williams and writing on my blog because I said I would-or at least maybe thought to myself that I would like to-try to write in the moment a little more. This is all about a moment in the light and follow through. And chocolate… Not Ghirardelli, not Godiva, just good old dependable Hershey’s. Nothing too fancy because this moment in the light is enough.
I’m finding the more I follow through on my words and ideas the more I respect myself. The more I’m happy with me for being present and doing something about any given situation, whether it’s to embrace it, thank it, or work to make it better.
Oh beautiful sunlight, how I love you. Oh tasty chocolate, what treat you are to me. Thank you, Husband, for giving me a break!
Sunlight on my face and music in my ears, a refreshed spirit for when my family walks back in through the door, and an intention fulfilled…A lot can happen if you give the moment a chance! The light will find its way to shine inside, but leaving the door open doesn’t hurt!
I’m having post therapy exhaustion so I’m saving processing and introspection for later, but there is something I have to share that I discovered tonight. Can you even stand the anticipation? I found the perfect “post-therapy session” hangout on my way home.
I rarely cook on Tuesdays since my appointment is in the evening. My husband was hungry and texted me that he wanted me to pick something up for him to eat on the way home. Tonight it was Burger King. When I got there I pulled in to a completely filled parking lot that typically looks like a ghost town even at the lunch hour. I had to do a quick check of the day, time and world events to make sure I was where I intended, especially considering I had just come from therapy and was feeling a bit “process woozy” still. But it really was a bit after 9pm on Tuesday evening, and all the cars were really there. I made a quick scan inside the building to assess if it was actually safe there or if something tragic had just taken place.
That’s when I saw the commotion.
And the dancing. 65-80+ year olds in the arms of their lovers!
Burger King had a full on band complete with drums, at least 3 vocalists with mics, guitar and more…and from what I could tell there wasn’t an empty seat in the house!
When I got to the drive thru window I asked what was going on in there, and discovered it was not only Therapy Tuesday but Band Tuesday too. Every Tuesday evening Burger King hosts a rockin’ band! No kidding! Could anything be more perfectly uplifting?
Oh yes, there is a God!