We all have things as need to do to keep an even keel — blogging, exercising, reading, cooking. What’s yours?
A good, deep, calm conversation, a prayer, and getting lost listening at good music.
For the first choice I need somebody interesting to talk with. I miss my dad. He was perfect for that. Always with something interesting to say and a good listener. When I was a student and he was a teacher at our University we used to meet in our free time between class and class and talk walking up and down the corridor. My classmates teased me about that. They didn’t understand why I needed to talk to my dad at the University if I had him at home. I never got tired talking with him, so I was taking every chance. We really had a great time. He helped me to focus, to think, to open my mind to entire new worlds.
I use to pray every day in a particular way my parents taught me: talking to God as I would talk to a Father. As the Lord says in the Gospel, “when you pray, go into your inner room, close your door and pray to your Father who is in secret, and your Father who sees what is done in secret will reward you”. I use to meditate simply telling God what’s going on in my life and ask Him for advice and help for me, the people I love and the people I don’t even know but I know they are in need. That helps me begin the day with a good experience and collect some moral strength for the day ahead.
The music is my refuge. when I’m in distress, I submerge myself in music. It’s like magic. It transport me to another world of feelings immediately. Time and noises disappear and rhythms and melodies show up. Instruments and voices draw wonderful lines of harmony. My pulse and my breath go with the rhythm. I feel better. All in me is music. I’m convinced musicians and artists have a special place in heaven for helping so many people with their talent.
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I never really came close to my dad after attended university, partly because of the distant (Borneo) Malaysia -England. I left my country for England 3 times, later living in another countries… yeh reading what you wrote I can understand, there are times when I feel he is still around
I was so lucky…
Your post reminded me about how I miss my Dad who passed away two years ago…. you were indeed lucky to have had the chance to be with him even while you were in school — beyond the home.
I hope it brought you good memories. I’m so sorry for your loss. Thank you for your comment.