A hackneyed phrase, to be sure.
But never have more truer words been spoken. Or written as is the case this morning.
I’m sitting in my chair. My comfy, red, gorgeous, serenity-filled chair. This is where I go when I need comforting, due to a myriad of reasons. Headache, body aches, heartaches. Everyone needs a place of refuge. This is mine.
I’m sitting in my chair listening to John Denver’s Greatest Hits blasting down the stairwell from my daughter’s room. She discovered my old 33 vinyl album at Grammy’s house last weekend and has been addicted since. Thanks to so many of us of that age wanting to slip back in time, small, portable record players were created so we could do just that. Now my daughter has discovered my childhood/early teen years and much to my delight, I am transported to a different time and place.
John Denver is a balm for the troubled soul. The words, the melodies…they soothe the mind. My mind anyway. I wonder how he would write about today’s issues. In his later years, his songs were about finding peace. They seemed more contemplative, more zen. I wonder what he would have to say about what is going on in this country today.
For now, I’ll listen quietly to the sounds of my childhood and wrap myself in their loving arms.
We will all be ok. I believe there is enough goodness and light and love to blanket this country and scrub away the hate and anger. It will take time, but we’ve been here before. We can do this again.
From “Sunshine on My Shoulders:”
If I had a tale that I could tell you
I’d tell a tale sure to make you smile
If I had a wish that I could wish for you
I’d make a wish for sunshine all the while
Here’s to sunshine .