My mind is a wonky place. I can’t say how other people see things when their mind is spinning with all the information and sounds we pick up on a daily basis, but I have a visual mind. I see the world in a thousand stories set to a soundtrack of every genre of music.
When I joined this blog circle I was told the first theme is Blue. A color. I didn’t immediately reach for my camera. I grabbed the laptop. What is the meaning of blue? From what I can gather, blue is seen as trust, loyalty, strength, wisdom and peace. When I think of blue, I don’t see the hot southern sky, the tangy warmth of the salt water, or the satiny ribbons on a new baby’s blanket.
I see my guitar.
My mother gave me this guitar as a Christmas gift several years ago. I’ve been wanting to learn how to play for years. I havent made the time to learn, but it is on the list. It’s a representation of all the things I have wanted to learn but haven’t taken the time to accomplish. I see myself sitting on the front porch after the sun has disappeared and the stars have come out to play. Every pick, every strum keeping time with crickets and bull frogs then floating away on the night breeze. My heartbeat quietly beating along.
I love listening to the blues. I’m not good with artist names, but I love the music. I’ve always thought that the blues were a way of showing how moody or down you feel. But it’s more than that. It’s the wisdom you gain with each new experience. It’s the truth wrapped up in emotions. It’s all the hard things you want to say, but can never get right. It’s just simply, blue. And one day I will play them.
I hear the music.
This is my great-grandparents’ radio. My dad remembers this from when he was a small child. I can picture this sitting on the credenza, or perhaps even in the kitchen, filling their small house with news shows, radio programs, and all different types of music. Ella Fitzgerald, Johnny Cash, Louis Armstrong, Billy Holliday, and Elivs may have been heard through these speakers. The crackly static singing background on the AM wave.
At 22, I was married and starting a household of my own. Not long after we got married we had our first child. He was born with congenital heart condition known as Transposition of the Great Vessels. It took our local NICU several hours to definitively diagnose him. Once that was done they had to figure out how to get him to a hospital that could perform surgery on his tiny premature heart. It was storming that day, and when the storms finally broke six hours later, he was transported to a hospital 8 hours away. To tell you the honest truth, I do not remember much about those first days. Apparently, my brain was protecting me from the awful truth…my son may die. I don’t remember those feelings, and I’m glad I don’t.
Several days later, in a town I knew nothing about, my husband and I survived in a daze of hospital visits, trips to the mall, and eating in small restaurants. One day, perusing through the hospital gift shop, I found a tape of music for sale. It was Ella Fitzgerald’s At Last. I must have played that song hundreds of times. Since then the boy has been inundated with music.
He wants to play.
This year is the first time I have ever heard him say that he wanted to learn how to play an instrument. He wants to learn to play guitar. How exciting could this be? Only…
my son has Cerebral Palsy.
I don’t say this lightly or frequently. We are not ashamed, but we choose not to make it a big deal. However, he does have some muscular limitations. He is left handed. Was he born with the gift of left handedness, or is he that way because his CP affects his right side? Who knows? Who cares? He adapts. He naturally picked up this guitar and put it in place to play left handed. Yes, because this is my guitar it is strung for me, a right hander. But look at him!! How natural and at ease. Not knowing or caring that it may be wrong way to hold this guitar, HE DOESN’T CARE. Oh, how I wish I could be like him. Have his strength and peace.
I see him infused with blue light. The calmness, the faith, the truth are all his. His color is blue.
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