The long tide of uncertainty known as 2020 has washed away many of our ancient sources of comfort, security, sense of place, connection, influence, growth, order, and purpose.
Many talk about feeling insecure, disconnected, and helpless. Others have been physically evicted, relationally isolated, or personally silenced. This chaotic season in history has the potential to disrupt personal growth as well as our growth as a culture. These losses are not only closely related to the basic human needs that are firmly anchored in us for the relationship, but also to how we adapt to the world around us.
Human desires, thoughts, feelings, senses and words – and the resulting actions – arise from the unique shape and identity of human hearts. As we interact within our relationships and circumstances, the instruments of our heart create music by singing, bowing, beating, or blowing. These noises should all be heard. People are whole symphonies waiting to be played.
Too many of us hesitate in the wings, our melody is delayed.
We wait our turn, hoping that others will notice and leave room for our role when they enter the composition. Sometimes we wait because we question our music as worth playing. Do we dare to go on stage where others can hear? We are responsible for harmony – and to blame for discord – with us.
Others of us force our voices to be heard and blur all other music with the loud volume of our sound. But will our hearts / instruments give us away – or express our full meaning? We put the responsibility for harmony – and the blame for discord – on other people. How impossible it seems to find the courage and the audacity to play the notes written for our own instruments AND to anticipate with pleasure how the music others bring will interweave and synchronize with ours!
Will I take the bow today to play the deep cello sounds my mind hears in the wind or point my fingers on the piano keys of my mind’s eye toward the distant horizon?
Will I celebrate the high and low beauty of a mountain’s melody by trumpeting a strong melody of truth, or will I expand the swelling of the sounds of the sea with the abundance of French horn? Am I ready to repeat the colors of the world around me while I sing, or will I wrap meaningful words around their beauty? Do the rhythms of nature find their way into the rhythm that resonates with my body’s play with gravity as I dance, or do I allow my hands to reflect the patterns and texture of what’s worth it from what I’m doing to be celebrated? Can I take the risk of finding out what others have offered before me as encouragement or as a starting point?
Like the last trembling notes of a song, joys and sorrows are in the air every moment, waiting to be expressed and perceived.
Do you take the chair reserved for you in the orchestra of life?
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