Most mornings I wake up with music playing inside me. It could be any music â€“ from the Brahms Violin Concerto, Mahlerâ€™s â€śSongs of a Wayfarer,â€ť â€śAinâ€™t She Sweet?,â€ť â€śI Could Be Happy With You.â€ť 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 itâ€™s a sort of dream. All dreams, basically, are a return to the mother,* into the mother. And music is the mother â€“ 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 â€“ often during the day as well â€“ that I have a strong feeling that his spirit is close to me.
P.P.S. Iâ€™ve yet to hear Bachâ€™s â€śWachet Aufâ€ť (Wake Up). That would be interesting â€“ but itâ€™s not me who chooses the program.
* See my book, The Remothering Experience.