It seems like the people from my childhood I thought to be strange are now the ones whose stories fascinate me. I probably never knew their full stories and how I wish I did.
“Jesus loves me this I know…” a high pitched squeak woke me up most Sunday mornings as she reached the hill above my house. “…for the bible tells me so” as she waddled her way down the hill to my drive way. And the song continued around the bend. Perhaps Amazing Grace or some other hymn belted from her pasty lips as she crossed the bridge over the river and up the next hill. Her voice would linger in the air long after her frizzy hair and long, flowing skirts escaped the view from my bedroom window.
“You are my sunshine, my only sunshine”…these words did not emerge from anyone’s throat but was the tune to the old man pushing his gas pedal as he drove through the little town. He’d tip his hand at his hat, smile, and keep on his way.
Then there was the man who lived in a school bus and often caught a ride through town on our school bus. And the man who wore a rainbow wig. And another man who walked the roads all day long. Another who hunted treasure with a geiger counter. There were countless indiviuals who were authentic to the core. Each of them had an interesting story. I knew bits and pieces of their lives as my parents had known them forever, but I’m sure none of us knew the whole story. They were hometown folk; their quirkiness now etched in the memory of a small child now grown. As strange as these people might sound they were nice people, and I’m sure quite normal. They were people unafraid to be who they felt called to be. Each of them was destined to sing a different song, perhaps even off key. Still they venture forth.
Birds are not born singing though they are born with the desire and ability deep within. How many chirps does it take before a song is created? If a song is never attained are they considered odd to their bird friends?
We are each born with a song. It might not be the same song as your sibling or your neighbor, but it’s YOUR song. Do you hear it? It is the rhythm stirring deep within you. What is it saying? Where is it leading? Your first step is to acknowledge the song.
Remember we can’t always fly to our destinations. Take the steps you need to get where you’re going. Sing the song of your soul. It’s there…waiting to be released to the world.
After an episode yesterday I fear (actually I’m laughing about it!) I may have earned the reputation as the odd bird in the neighborhood. I live on a cul de sac with one side of my yard visible from the street. As you all know I run a home day care…yesterday we were playing in the back yard, pretending to be various animals by imitating its walk and talk. I was running through the yard flapping my arms and screaming “tweet, tweet”! I looked up to see a man turn around and stand in the street staring at me. I looked behind me and not a single one of the children were behind me…they were out of sight on the other side of the yard! I waited all day for the paddy wagon to show up and haul me off. Perhaps everyone will just avoid me now!