Because we had credit for two concert tickets close to expiration, we chose Led Zeppelin, the Black Jacket Symphony tribute band.
Our choices were limited. We love the vibe of the venue; but, knew we didn’t care to hear a faded country musician or a comedy show, certainly not a magician.
A couple of senior citizens who at one time loved Van Halen, Van Morrison, Pink Floyd and Led Zeppelin chose an overnight trip with a concert reminding us of “the days”.
The performance was spectacular. My husband asked earlier what I expected and I answered, “Well, at least I expect depth and you know how I like deep.”
But, I kept one thought to myself, no need to have him wonder the same.
I wondered if the soundtrack of some scary and hard years might be triggering, the room rocking bass, the woeful way the lead singer sang in a moan.
I kept quiet. Had a thought, an answer to my fear,
“I’m with Greg, this is now, not then.”
This sustained me, confirmed my wellness.
We can’t rewrite the lines in our stories.
We can only realize and remind ourselves that book that told your truth back then has been shelved, packed up or better yet, trashed in the bottom of a mountain of nothing by now.
Led Zeppelin? Lisa?
Music is a gift, even more so when you allow yourself to be open to the songs in another key, a better day, a different you.
Take what’s beneficial from your past.
Welcome experiences akin to what you thought you had to forget,
Let them touch you and leave new marks.
I hadn’t expected a concert to create another path toward clarity and healing.
I’m writing it down to remember that it did.
The old bandages gotta be stripped away so that what needs healing can be brought into the light.
Be brave. Be expectant.
“For I will restore health to you, and your wounds I will heal, declares the Lord…Jeremiah 30:17