In the weeks after Mary’s death I wrote about how music had lost its power over me.
I was living a robotic existence. It was too too risky to feel anything at all. I had intuitions about the importance of love, but I wasn’t ready to experience it.
The road trip we embarked on started with a weekend of music that would break me out of the armor I had built.
As Reverend Peyton’s Big Damn Band tore through “Lay Your Burden Down,” I had my son on my shoulders, my feet in the mud, and tears framing the smile on my face. Mary and I had danced in front of them on a special date weekend. All the emotions I hadn’t let myself feel poured forth. I let myself be free to feel.
Music touches me even deeper now. Everything does. Freedom means being able to explore further, especially within.
God bless and thank you for reading,
Jason