There’s beautiful music playing. I don’t usually notice it sitting here in this waiting room every other week. One hour. Usually spent reading, scheduling, writing. But today I’m tired. So tired I just make myself at home. Put my feet up on the coffee table. Head back. Eyes closed.
Then I hear it. Soft strains. Complexity. Beauty. Here amidst a cacophony of sounds. Doors open and close. Water cooler hums on and off and on and off. People walking. Talking. Wondering about the strange lady on the couch with her feet up. Head back. Eyes closed.
I’m tempted to sit up. Open my eyes and behave in customary waiting room fashion. Oblivious to all. So why not with my eyes closed? Besides, there is beautiful music playing.
So I ignore my heart’s start each time a door opens, a passerby walks by. And I listen. Hard. Through the noise, humming, embarrassment. Because there is beautiful music playing.
And the beauty and complexity give me hope. Multitudes of sounds in perfect synchronization. A masterpiece.
The longer I listen the less I care. Distractions fade. My soul is rapt. I sense my Master’s peace. And when I open my eyes.
There is beautiful music playing.
Listen.
Hard.
…if you listen you can hear hope in the waiting room….love this whole post Kim.
we miss so much when we don't stop long enough to look or listen. hope everything is okay with you and your family…
mmmm….nice…stilling yourself enought to catch the undertones…i like it.
I can so relate to this, you explained the wait well. Hope your waiting and doing is filled with hope and peace this week.
Stopping to listen amidst the other noise… and hear the beautiful music… love it. Thank you for sharing this.
This is touching and brave…to quiet that "but people are watching" voice and enter into the beauty of the moment. Bravo.
You've put the eternal voice of the moment in a fresh new way. Thank you…
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And this was awesome!!! At first I thought maybe a symphony or something. Or some new age-y peace-y type music – but No – not at all – I was all set to beg you to tell me what you were hearing – but I think I know. And it makes me smile.
God bless you and keep you – and all of yours Kim.
Appreciate these words. But I have to tell you, what I love best here is the picture of that joyful child and the strawberry. It makes my day every time.
Jodi, that's my youngest, Sam! I LOVE that pic too . . it's a symbol of all the simple joy, surprise, and enthusiasm I want to live with every day.
Thanks, everyone, for your comments. I've not been here much lately. Nothing wrong, just lot's of change and life happening. But it's so nice to come back to this community and the wonderful presence at "Imperfect Prose."
wow. i love this kim. i love that you listened to the music with your whole body… that you weren't afraid. this really inspires me, friend. and thank you for your thoughtful comment on my post… you bless.
Beautiful thoughts on waiting. Oh to wait that way, instead of anxiously, trying to accomplish as much as possible. Just to rest, be still and listen sounds so blissfully peaceful and refreshing.
Loved this 🙂