Friends, imagine a cartoon character slipping on a banana peel. Are you picturing it? Yup, you got it. That was me, all four limbs in the air and I fell smack on my tailbone. It was a bone rattler all right. I had the wind knocked out of me, my sinuses clenched up, and I got instantly nauseated. And that fall wouldn't have been such a big deal if I had not just come home to a burst pipe and a living room soaked through carpet and plank. I had been gone all the 40-degree morning at a local falconry meet and when I walked inside I discovered that the radiators in the baseboards had never been drained of their water after I switched to wood stove only heat and the water inside them expanded and burst while I was away. So as I felt my teeth ringing in my head and the wash of pain go over me I was still thinking of what sloshing around on a carpet felt like.
SO that was the low point of the weekend, and it all ended up being okay. Yes, the floor and carpet are soaked out I had a friend show me how to turn off the water to the pipes while keeping the hot water in the house running. That's the only reason I need the oil furnace, at least until I get a solar hot water system installed some day. So I have a sore butt and a wet floor, not exactly a tragedy. The only reason I am writing about it is because I thought I could share an observation that you guys could relate to:
When you are frustrated, scared, or angry think about Kelsie and her whistle.
Kelsie is a reader of this blog, and she is also a musician. She plays the tin whistle to and a few weeks ago she posted a video of her playing Sally Gardens on my Facebook Page. It was so beautiful. I watched that video ten times just to learn to play it myself. Then I sang that song all week, learning it, letting it sink in, loving it. My week was made so much better because a stranger somewhere in the world decided to sit down and create something and share it with me. It made me so happy, she just couldn't know. Because choosing to spend your free time painting, or singing, or doing any sort of art that you share with others is one of the most ignored but wonderfully selfless acts there is in this world. All she did was post a song, and yet when I was rubbing my black and blue bottom and worried about the floor of my living room... I hummed Sally Gardens and I felt better.
I felt better because in that moment of panic I chose to create instead of fester. I felt better because that song was a gift from Kelsie and because it inspired me to learn it too. And I felt better because even if I am bruised in the snow and worried about a million things there is this little instrument I can play a meditation on in a quiet place and change my entire biochemistry.
You know, I used to get so upset about people who called me horrible things. Now I just wish they played music. It would make them happier, this I am sure of.
So tonight I want Kelsie to know I am grateful for her, and I want the rest of you to know that no matter what bad things may have happened this weekend there are still people in this world playing music for strangers just for the hell of it. You may fall down, or get caught in the rain, or get picked on by a bully or fired from your job....whatever. The point is that somewhere a beautiful human being chose to create music and share it with the world and it made my entire month better.
So thank you, Kelsie. Thank you, readers. And thank you to all the folks on Facebook and Twitter to diagnosed me with a concussion I didn't have and/or offered to help with the pipes and rugs. People just showed up today to help and for that I feel darn wonderful. Soon my house will be dry, my butt will be back to flesh colors, and I'll figure out the next set of bills and goals. That's how I roll.
Anyway, I wanted to share that story. Know I feel wonderful because of a song and a blog reader and a little perspective. All she did was choose to create something beautiful instead of do nothing at all. That's all she did, and here I am weeks later humming sally gardens and playing music alone in a farmhouse to dogs who howl at the ceiling. Not a bad way to sign off for the night.
Time to go to The Barn.