Most mornings I wake up with music playing inside me. It could be any music – from the Brahms Violin Concerto, Mahler’s “Songs of a Wayfarer,” “Ain’t She Sweet?,” “I Could Be Happy With You.” As best as I can recall, rarely repeated, different every morning.

Does it start when I wake up, or has it been playing during the night? If so, then it’s a sort of dream. All dreams, basically, are a return to the mother,* into the mother. And music is the mother – all, basically, her lullaby.

So every night I am once again enwombed within her as she sings her love to me. And in the morning I give thanks to her as Her.

P.S. An exception are the songs from The Boy Friend written by Sandy Wilson. They come so frequently – often during the day as well – that I have a strong feeling that his spirit is close to me.

P.P.S. I’ve yet to hear Bach’s “Wachet Auf” (Wake Up). That would be interesting – but it’s not me who chooses the program.

* See my book, The Remothering Experience.