I had a wonderful reunion last night with a former love.  Music.  Reading the comments on a Balloon Juice post I clicked on a link to a YouTube of Josh Groban and Andrea Bocelli singing We Will Meet Once Again.  Since then I’ve listened to it probably three dozen times.  It was the first thing I played this morning. 

I’ve been a fan of Bocelli’s for many years but had never heard of Brogan and had never heard that song until last night. It’s a melody so beautiful that it provoked pure joy, something I had forgotten music can do.   

One of my minor talents is that I’ve been a good dancer most of my adult life.  So at some point last night I stood up and began to dance to the music and discovered my balance isn’t so great anymore.  I actually knew that but somehow I didn’t expect it to affect my dancing.

I’ve always loved music, both listening to it and singing it.  As a child my parents let me choose my own churches and I chose the ones with the most singing.  I’m thinking now that I suffered a benign neglect on that score as I was allowed to attend church on my own at age seven or eight.  I must have walked to these churches and what did the adult parishioners think about this lone child attending their services and singing her heart out.  I still know most of the lyrics to “The Old Rugged Cross,” “I Come to the Garden Alone,” “Jesus Loves Me,” and several more highlights of the standard Protestant songbooks.

For some reason since I moved to California I have quit listening to music except at the rare concerts I attend.  I suspect this is because I don’t want to bother my landlady with the noise music might create.  And that is now ended.

This morning my balance is better and I was able to dance around a bit without scaring myself.  I haven’t branched out yet from Josh and Andrea; that is for another day. There will be music in my life again.  I’m grateful to be reunited with this old love.