It is not uncommon to receive a visit in the middle of the night our red-headed boy requesting one of our Iphones. Why?
Music. Pure and Simple.
Both his mother and I have downloaded songs that he likes the most:
- “Thriftshop” by Macklemore
- “Happy” from Despicable Me 2
- “Gone, Gone, Gone” by Philip Phillips
- “I Believe I Can Fly” from Space Jam
- and…”I Will Wait For You” by Mumford & Sons
The last one is his favorite. Sometimes he takes the phone back to his room, lays down with it, and goes back to sleep to a boogie-fevered dream. Of course we set the volume low because he does not like headphones. He wants to listen to it from the phone’s speaker, so everyone who sees him with a phone thinks he is talking to someone. Not true. He’s getting his groove thing on.
But many times, like this past Tuesday night, Malcolm goes into the kitchen, turns on the light and dances with the music. Fully awake. Middle of the night. Completely content.
Not only would I like to have that kind of respect for every moment and a desire to suck all of the positive vibes from those moments like Malcolm, I want to be able to be that awake when I wake up from a few hours of sleep.
But to watch him dance is something else. So this morning his mother had another brilliant idea – show him a video of Mumford & Sons performing his favorite song live with an audience dancing to it.
She brought this up on YouTube:
It’s from Red Rocks. And it is fabulous. Take a look and listen.
And Malcolm danced. And danced. And smiled. He was there.
And he invited me with him. It was like he was waiting for me to join him. And I caught it here.
It’s a beautifully written song. The lyrics are moving in and of themselves. But I envy Malcolm in so many ways like that he doesn’t intellectualize situations. He lives in them, above, or through them. And when he feels it, he expresses it.
This particular part here catches the sight of my ear every time.
“Now I’ll be bold
As well as strong
And use my head alongside my heart
So tame my flesh
And fix my eyes
A tethered mind freed from the lies
And I’ll kneel down,
Wait for now
I’ll kneel down,
Know my ground
Raise my hands
Paint my spirit gold
And bow my head
Keep my heart slow”
Someday when he looks back on the postings I do about him I want him to know that I believe his spirit truly is golden, and his mind freed from lies.
And I so much want to be like that.