During the last few months of my father's passing, I was able to be present and do my part in caring for him. My whole family were doing their best while we were all doing the best we could. Each of us broke, thankfully, into each other's arms. My family showed up and displayed a rarity in this weary world, all too rare.
Since everyone was buzzing around my Mom and Dad's house, beds were scarce, so I decided to sleep on the floor at the foot of my dad's hospital bed. The bed had an air compressor and it would turn on and off, humming and buzzing; the sound was almost unnoticeable. But, at the foot of the bed my head would be right by it. I slept there many times.
I usually get up early. Its not my thing. Its just a thing. I would hear, or more accurately not hear, a tone and it irked me. I think I got used to hearing the hum of the air-compressor, listening to it at such close proximity for at least 6 hours a day, while sleeping of course. I can't be sure, but, I think my body was wanting to hear whatever tone that was.
My family is very musical, through and through. My parent's have a beautiful baby grand piano. I love it. When I am there I love playing it. And do...
After my family were up and it would be ok to play the piano, I sat down one day and started playing this song. Almost as if I already knew it. Of course, I didn't have it all perfectly sewn up the first go around, but, it became a morning thing. I'd play the song after breakfast and everybody would listen.
The song is in B Natural. I'm not a big fan of playing in B Natural. Not at all actually. So I wondered why I would tune in a song in a key I am not used to playing in. You can hear I still struggle with it. I took this wonder into a meditation I do, here and there, all the time really, anywho, I asked for discernment.
I meditate pretty much every morning at 5am. Its just a thing. But, while I was at my parents house I'd just lay in bed(on the ground) and do my daily meds. For a portion of my practice I hum and sing tones to vibrate portions of my body. I hadn't been doing the singing part because I was in my parents bedroom. But, and this is where this whole story comes to an ending, I felt the same kind of buzzing I usually do during my daily meds, only I was silent.
It was the air-compressor. It was buzzing or humming quietly on B2(the 2nd lowest B). I made the connection about 5 days after I was playing this song.
Its been a couple months since my Dad died. Love ya Dad!
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