Rain and peace
It had been 2 weeks of intense heat. Falling asleep had been even harder than usually. I had tried to program myself to wake up at 5.30 each day, despite the holiday. 2 weeks of sun, barely sleeping, going through trauma healing, doubt and hope, working on my CD with Ambient Music, rehearsing for tonight’s concert not as much as I had planned.
“Woke up to the sound of pouring rain” is the first line from one of my all-time favorite songs, “I remember you” by Skid Row. I don’t hear the rain at first, though. I hear the ping ping ping on the metal railing of the balcony.
Only when I open all the windows, I see the calm and steady pour. Sit down with my first cup of coffee on my Zen pillow, do my breathing exercises, meditate a bit in the open door to the balcony. My knees are still stiff, when I get up to roll a spliff. (Rhyme not intended)
The plan for today is pretty straightforward, one class at 9.50, watching the student’s presentations about instruments, then commuting the 90 min. back home, laying down for a bit. Then assembling my equipment and playing some instrumental improvisations at an exhibition of a special needs painting class.
Second cup and the CBD does its work on my bowels and brain. It had been good to be away from school for two weeks, but now I’m ready to go back to work, and I’m looking forward to it.