Sometimes you realize life is SO so so simple;
joy is here, now, so simply and so sweetly
Sometimes you realize life is SO so so simple; joy is here, now, so simply and so sweetly
In 2015, my father, at 96, was losing his eyesight and hearing, but could still enjoy music so much, that when I visited at lunch time to play piano in the Aston Park nursing home cafeteria, he would β as my wife Jan, told me β just boogie and swivel back and forth in his seat, his eyes closed with a broad grin on his face, much like this fellow:
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In mid August, we got a call from the home saying he was having trouble breathing and within about 2 days, he was in the ICU, on a ventilator. Jan and I sat with him for several hours as he slowly, peacefully and gracefully exited this earthly sphere. I had my keyboard with me, and I played music throughout the time we were with him.
This joy may be felt as simply a common human emotion that we all experience in special moments. Or it may be portal to an extraordinary and mysterious yet immensely accessible life which is present in the most common things, from the dust on our carpet to the dirt on our cars to the utensils by our plate in the restaurant to the very Life of our life and Mind of our mind and Matter of all the matter we see and feel and touch to the ultimate Reality of everything we touch, see, feel, hear and can embrace.
One of his favorites (my Dad was born in Panama and lived in Cuba until he was 12):