The Beatles are Haunting Me!!
Since Halloween will soon be upon us, I thought you might like to hear about my eerie encounter with the Beatles last week.
On the last day of clearing my basement, I was pretty sick of the whole endeavor. I’d spent all day Friday and all day Saturday, emerging dusty and worn. Sunday was it. Whatever needed to be done after that could just wait. I was done.
To make the time go a little easier, I cranked up Beatles Radio on Pandora. Their music always feels good to me. I can sing and dance a little jig when necessary to summon the energy to see this project through to the end.
As I’m hauling large plastic bins of yarn from one end of the basement to the other where I’ll set up my fiber area, I noticed myself hurrying. I was walking faster, my heart was beating faster, my shoulders were tensing up. It’s as if I was in a race to see who could stack up those bins the fastest. Um, exactly who am I racing?
So, I stopped in my tracks and consciously relaxed. I gave myself permission to take a breath – and what were the Beatles singing in that exact moment? “Let It Be, let it be, let it be, let it be. There will be an answer, Let it Be.” Right. Let go of the tenseness and let it be. I can do that.
Ok – so, were they in my brain or just looking over my shoulder?
Later, after a space had finally cleared, I was thinking – Oh, this is where I’ll put the little weight room, and this is where I’ll set up a table for wirewrapping and beadwork – when I noticed how grounded I felt. Seriously, I felt my fuzzy-slippered feet solidly planted on the concrete floor.
Grounded, right? I was in the basement, the most grounded part of the building. I was reorganizing my space to fit me and feeling solidly grounded in the person I’ve become. I know what I want. So at that moment, what were the Beatles singing? “Come together, right now, over me.”
Yes, it is coming together.
Wait – what? The Beatles are in my brain again. They’re looking over my shoulder. How did they know what I was thinking?
I don’t really have an answer for how the Beatles managed to echo my thoughts, but they did a fine job. And I know the musical reminder kept me in synch with the greater meaning of the labor I was undertaking. Clearing is an important step in moving forward. (for more on Clearing, see last week’s blog)
What are your thoughts about this? Have there ever been times where music sent an unexpected message for you? Or perhaps clearing led to something else. I’d love to hear about it in the comments below!