Discovering the melody.
An invitation to hear the song being sung all around you.
Let me paint you a picture.
Imagine with me….a wide open room, the air thick with creativity, friendly faces beaming at you with the same eagerness as you have and a soft melody swirling around you which somehow feels like the cheerleader you need without the necessary brash chants and pompoms of an American sports match. That’s my space. I’ve arrived and I feel ready. I’m the ready writer, pen in hand….
For all of 2 minutes.
The faint squawks of a waking baby begins.
A constant ‘ding, ding, ding’ on the doorbell signifying the children’s return from forest school begins.
A woofing dog (yes it’s woofing in our house, not barking) begins.
And then the succeeding “Mum.” “Mum.” “Mum” in surround sound begins.
Within moments a whirlwind is created which abolishes my wide open space, dispels the creative thickness, and quite frankly assaults my ears.
And so, like any wise and loving mother, of course I choose to evacuate the space quickly. I run to the comfort of my bedroom as fast as I can and lock the door, only opening the door to relieve my husbands request for slippers to warm his cold feet.
There in my refuge, I begin to recover the ordeal. The momentary smash up of beauty I was about the enjoy. It’s not long and the melody rises and upholds me once again. Yet this time I can almost tangibly hear the words being sung over me, cheering me on as mother. I feel challenged by my earlier retreat to the bedroom, but without it I would not have paused long enough write this post which has led me to discover afresh the joy that squawks and dings and excited “Mum” calls bring.
I’ve so looked forward to writing to my friends today. I’ve mulled over so many thoughts about what to share, anecdotes to bring or truths to bare. I’ve got a whole lot just from this week, all jotted down on scrappy bits of paper but instead I find myself landing here; an unfolding reflection; an invitation into the here and now of my life. A real moment with Lizi, hiding away in the bedroom, door closed, twitterings in the background and a welcome pause moment, reminding me once again that the day-to-day is good. Perhaps that’s just what you need. Join me.
Sometimes we just need to take some space, tune into the melody being sung over us and remember once again that squawks, dings and woofs are actually a wonderful song in themselves.
