We looked forward to a recent Saturday: a day inside, out of the Arctic cold. On this day of rest perhaps I’d get our Christmas letter written and all the school pictures cut out, sorted and enveloped for relatives.
But then the kitchen sink plugged.
We spent what felt like hours snaking drains to no avail, then Farmer took the p-trap off and started fishing. Out came the mother-load: years of accumulated stuff that went down the sink and stayed there.
Farmer, who’d initially been swearing that I must have dumped grease down the sink, kept fingering the trap and repeating: “Now, how the hell did that get in there?” As each item came out, it was all I could do to stifle laughter.
Farmer found a nest of metal fragments from broken pot scratchers, a popsicle stick, plastic fork from a child’s play set, some tweezers and filtered food goop.
It’s not that I wanted Farmer working on the house. I’d given up on home repairs and renos. I was at peace with letting things be and just enjoying our togetherness, really I was. But a backed up sink waits for no one, so it was after 2 p.m. before soup was on the table for our midday meal.
The weekend ran out before I got to that letter I’d been craving; but for the second weekend in a row, I got treated to live music (organic soul food).
You know you’re alive when you can get lost in a song. I’m not talking background noise you turn up while cleaning an empty house or radio cranking to drown out another unpleasant noise. I’m talking about something that compels your body to movement or pulls your voice out so you sing along.
I’d taken my two oldest children to a Brad Johner concert the weekend before. While we listened, clapped and sometimes sang along, we watched a man and his sons letting music flow through them. Perhaps we’d been neglecting the music in us just a little too long.
Not many enterprises give back as much as the grace of music does. Without it, we get a bit clogged and choke on our stifled creativity.
Music is a pulse, fog horn, heart song that calls us from life’s struggles to sing. I wish everyone access to the same ethereal joy (grace) that comes from consuming live music.