Last year my girl friend Tracy invited me to a Jewel concert. I wasn't necessarily a fan but what I heard, saw, experienced that night made me a fan. It was amazing. It was one of those concerts that makes your heart hurt, makes you really hear the lyrics and feel.
Right before I went to Boston the second time for surgery I downloaded a Jewel CD from itunes in hopes to beef up my play list for the long journey ahead.
At night, in the hospital, in pain, when I couldn't sleep with my chin sewn to my chest and all the machines that I was hooked up to beeping I'd listen to my ipod to drown out the sounds. I'd listen to that Jewel cd on repeat all night long until the early am hours of 5 or 6 when the interns would flip on the lights and burst in on their rounds to glean knowledge from my struggle.
Last night I went to a Jewel concert again and it was the silliest little song that sent me right back to that place curled up in that bed lying on my side, my hand resting on my chin to keep it down so that I didn't accidentally tug at the chin stitch in the night. I burst into tears. Sitting there in an outdoor concert with lightening bugs zipping across the sky in little bursts to let us know that we were not alone... a little magic, lots of memories and an overflowing amount of gratitude for where I've been and where I am today. It was a moment.
I love the way that music can transport you to another time and place. The power it has to bring back feelings, smells, memories. I get why people make music. I'm glad they do.
and p.s. Why is it that we have to have snot with tears? Things would be a whole easier, cleaner, nicer if we could just have the tears sans the boogery liquid land slide rushing down for the mouth. I mean is that really necessary?