I sing all the time. Everywhere. Anyplace.
Well, mostly. There are exceptions.
When I pull into work, I stop singing before I open the car door. When I got home at our old place, I didn’t sing once without the door shut tight.
I don’t sing while I’m pumping gas. I don’t sing while shopping.
If I do, it’s always under my breath.
But today I pulled into my driveway, in my usual way, singing and head-bopping, feeling the magic of the music in my mind. And when I opened the car door, without thinking, I didn’t even pause. I just kept going.
And I sang the whole way into the house (except when I had to focus on opening the door with a handful of groceries – even desperately holding the handle of a plastic bag between the grit of my teeth – I stopped then, but still bebopped and head bobbed as I reversed myself through the door and shut it behind me).
It wasn’t until I stopped singing that I realize I hadn’t yet.
From my lips, my heart drew a smile of closed eyes and deep breaths. I snorted as I laughed and then let out a loud “WOO-HOOOOOO!”, (in my usual way).
And I looked out the window and saw woods. Green and brown, pardoned only by sunlight shining through the holes nibbled in the Vermont canopy of leaves and pine.
What a beautiful place to be, and a peaceful time of year. Everything is getting ready to lay down and rest gently for the cold months.
How bittersweet the end of summer is… You can feel things fading before they start to wither. It’s amazing how beautiful the melancholy of that is.
Anyway, today (and for some time now), I’ve been really landing deep in my soul with the thoughts and vibrations I’ve had.
The most amazing moments are moments of deep realization of how free we truly are.
And now I will sing anyway. And the people will think I’m crazy. And I will let them.
What a gorgeous day to be a part of the human race, my friends. No day could beat this one.