It was a dark and stormy Wednesday afternoon. My car was packed and ready for the performance. The nice warm black sweater with pearls fit me quite nicely. As I drove down the highway, I mentally reviewed the playlist in my head. I contacted my on site person to let her know that I was en route. It had been many years since I performed at Baptist Hospital, and I was happy to return to such a lovely place. I used to walk there and feed ducks.
After I unloaded, the hospital labyrinth swallowed me whole. It was quite a sight to see so many doctors and support personnel. It was nice to get a glimpse of so many different types of careers in their actual environment. Once inside the auditorium, I was greeted with smiles and good cheer. Once the instrument was tuned, I began to perform. It was then that the adventure began.
A woman approached me with such joy on her face. She said that her mother used to play the harp and when she heard me performing,…..she was unable to complete her sentence. She indicated to me that she had been crying and truly appreciated what I was doing. Music can have such an effect on people. It can provide them with emotional releases. Three hours came and went. The set finished with Adele as I have been updating my music with very current radio hits. Everyone was sad to see me go.
As I drove home, the rain continued to make its presence known. I thought about how touched that woman was by the music. It did something for her. I wonder who else can be moved with a performance….
It was my 16th year on this planet. My claim to fame was my job as the pianist at my church. It was a wonderful education for a future professional musician to have. The situations that I found myself in were priceless teachers. It was not long before the church acquired a youth minister.
Upon sight, my father did not like this man. My mother thought that people had to give him a chance to settle in. I was not too particular about him myself. When he called me one Sunday evening at 11pm, my father had some harsh words to say. The pastor’s wife was contacted. We found out that he had called all of the girls late at night. He was spoken to by the appropriate personnel. I still was not fond of the man. An uncomfortable feeling always came over me and his accent was rather aggravating. He was not a genuine individual and was hiding something.
One day after service, I was in the church lobby. I saw him coming down the hallway. In an effort to avoid him, I slipped into the kitchen. He was suddenly inside the kitchen with me slamming the door behind him. He said that if he did not know any better, that he would think that I was trying to avoid him. As a nervous smile crossed my face, I let myself out the door on the other side. I told the one person that would do something about it; my father.
When I told my beloved Daddy what had transpired after service, he was extremely upset. He explained to my mother that if she planned to remain in that church, she would have to fix this situation before he got involved. The youth minister was promptly told to marry his girlfriend which he did. It was not long before he mysteriously vanished. We never had another youth minister. I stopped working at that church just prior to my pastor leaving as a missionary to Africa.
I wrote this because I know women that were in this situation that did not fare as well as I did. There was someone that believed me and did something to protect me. Many women are raped as girls and it was allowed to happen by their mothers; rape victims themselves. When a child feels bad around someone, do not force them to be cordial around that person. There is something dark that the child senses and spirit is the one making the child feel bad as a protective measure. Thank God for my father.
The snake is an important symbol for women. It is often used to represent the awakening of the Kundalini or a beginning. However, I am using this title in its more popular sentiment; one who is devious and intends harm upon you. That is the way that I felt.
It was still early in my career. One Sunday, I had accompanied a friend to church where a guest speaker was delivering the message; he was not a pastor. It was a good message. I did not think much of him beyond his raspy voice. However, when he called me on the phone to ask me out on a date, a game changer presented itself. I was single without a gentleman caller in sight. It could not hurt to meet him for a bowl of fruit which is what I ordered at Denny’s.
He was much older than I was. His grown children were about my age and had grown rather accustomed to their father’s preference in women. As the conversation began, it was mild enough. As it slowly progressed, it became apparent to me that he was choosing the type of condom that he wanted to use. He abruptly announced that the point of us meeting was to begin a relationship of trust and love. It would be between the two of us without our mutual friends interfering. Strike one. When I found myself in his cold embrace, I immediately blurted out that I was leaving. Not once did I indicate that I wanted his evil flesh on my person because I was cold. The only reason why I did not vacate the restaurant was that he caused a scene. What if he followed me to my car in the parking lot? When I was able to detangle myself from his claws, I called my friend and told her that I never wanted to see this epic failure again in my life.
Phone calls continued to flood my cell for a few more days until he received the message that I was not interested in his existence. I am under the impression that he expected me to fall for him instantly because he was older and had money. My poor young brain would surely tell my legs to part for him. He kept pressuring me during our unpleasant dinner to go elsewhere with him so that we could talk. After explaining to him that this scenario was not possible because it was already late, he retorted that he was getting up at 4am and would not ask me again. This may have been strike two for me.
It was not long after this outing that I was informed that he used to be a pastor but lost the title. He also had a hovering fiance of sorts. Why wasn’t any of this brought up during the dinner? After he quietly left town, he was never heard from again.
It was a relief to welcome Boxing Day of 2013. This meant that I did not have to hear or perform another strand of holiday music. What is my problem with holiday music? I have to teach it. I have to perform it. It is played everywhere. Enough is enough. The 26th could not come soon enough for me. As the New Year approached, I went on an insane cleaning frenzy. Papers were shredded. Clothes and furniture were donated. Bed linen was washed. Floors were swept and mopped. The garage was cleared out including the corners. I was laying the foundation for the spiritual work that was about to take place. A physical cleaning had to happen first before I could spiritually cleanse in order to welcome the blessings of 2014.
There were some new things that I wanted to try. Have you ever heard of burning onion skins? Garlic was added for my own personal curiosity. During this process, it was discovered that using charcoal is much different from incense. Youtube had a wonderful instructional video that had me smoking like a professional. My house smelled of garlic, onions, Frankincense and Myrrh. For three consecutive days, I blessed my house. The front door was washed with great tedious care. Everything was going to be spotless for 2014.
At some point, my table was covered with my intentions for 2013. This was so that I could review what was accomplished so that I could figure out what I wanted for 2014. The list is not long. Part of it includes finding a new hobby and a form of physical activity that complements my body type. As the first week full week of 2014 closes, things have been calm while traffic resurfaces and people return to work. 2013 provided a wonderful foundation for 2014 to be productive and filled with abundance.
Love can serve as an important foundation of life. It can help you face your fears and overcome obstacles. It is something to be celebrated openly and with great majesty.