Sunday Song: Soothing Sounds

Why isn’t music prescribed by doctors to help heal what ails you? That should totally be a thing.

Sunday Song - ParayThree months, almost to the day — the amount of time it took for me to feel normal after abnormalities took me down roads I didn’t want to travel (but I am not always the only navigator). Slowly but surely I found my way forward after being knocked back a bit, one step at a time.

This weekend was the ultimate in self-care, something I’m getting really good at (finally — I hope I don’t forget how to do it). Saturday found me lounging sans shoes in my car, in the park, windows halfway down, the 70-degree breeze with just a tinge of January chill occasionally drifting in. The lake nearby hosted many people, young and old, whose voices I heard come and go sometimes. Mostly, I was invested in a writer’s world. Three, actually. I spent more than four hours finishing the conversation each writer started — by reading, contemplating, answering in my own mind. I left as the sun went down, a hazy summer-like ball of fire descending behind the clouds and the impending darkness, buzzing with energy I imagine the people I saw running in the park, the few times I glanced up from the printed pages, get after however long it is that one must run to get that runner’s high.

The weekend also featured organizational joy, including the recycling and shredding of paper, some three-hole punching and tidying of more in binders, to the soundtrack provided by one of my YouTube mixes. I finally managed to delete the Christmas songs, so the songs played now are some of my favorites, and I sang along to every one. I especially enjoyed the song below, one my choir attempted last year but scrapped after the director realized we needed way more time to sound anywhere in the same time zone as this choir. As I listened and sang along, I thought about how my song mix and all of the music I’ve listened to to heal myself during the past three months are like a soothing lullaby. And with the horrific environmental news of late, I couldn’t help but think of the animals hurting or being killed (this song is about telling seals heading to dreamland that everything’s going to be OK — I hope someday soon all will be again). And it’s pretty, too.

If only music could heal the world the way it heals me.

The Seal Lullaby

Oh, hush thee, my baby, the night is behind us
And black are the waters that sparkled so green
The moon, o’er the combers, looks downward to find us
At rest in the hollows that rustle between
Where billow meets billow, then soft be thy pillow
Oh weary wee flipperling, curl at thy ease
The storm shall not wake thee, nor shark overtake thee
Asleep in the arms of the slow swinging seas.
Asleep in the arms of the slow swinging seas.
Words: Rudyard Kipling
Music: Eric Whitacre

What is Sunday Song? Well, I’m a musical gal, from taking piano and drum lessons as a kid to my current stint in a choir. My listening to music is what going to church is for some, so I celebrate with Sunday Song. I post a song that’s on repeat for the week or that reflects what’s happening in my world, with a wee story why.

Read my previous Sunday Song posts.

5 thoughts on “Sunday Song: Soothing Sounds

    1. Hope you get to visit the trees, et al, next weekend, Kathleen. And planning is good. A lot of times, if I don’t plan beforehand, I end up doing not a lot of fun things like park visits on the weekend. Glad you enjoyed the song!


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