Trust Your Own Emotional
Compass
I was playing my keyboard and
singing when a memory came flooding over me and I sat down and wrote this post.
It was Christmas at my family
home. A lot of relatives were over for the festivities. I was in my bedroom
playing the piano and singing Christmas music. One I chose was STAR OF THE
EAST. I was having a very good time playing the piano and singing that song. If
I remember correctly (my memory is a little sketchy here), other relatives were
singing with me.
Uncle Steve rushed in (this part
I remember for sure) and asked me to play it again because (this part I don’t
remember for sure) one of the older female relatives – could have been my maternal
grandma, or great-aunt – really liked that song.
So, I started playing it again.
Then another relative came in and
asked me to stop playing it because X older female relative was in tears.
Obviously, Uncle Steve and
whoever the other relative was interpreted X older female’s emotional reaction
in very different ways. Based, no doubt, on their own emotional responses not
only to the music, but how they felt being around someone who was crying. I did
later learn that STAR OF THE EAST was this relative’s deceased mother’s
favorite Christmas hymn.
So, it brought
about some emotion.
The moral of this story, if there
is one…? Trust your own internal, emotional compass.
I was a teenager when this
happened, and not all that integrated with my own emotions.
I suppose if I were to go back
and do it differently, knowing what I know now, I would simply shut the lid to
the piano and walk over to either my grandma or great-aunt, and ask her if she
wanted me to play the song again. I would take her hands, if she wanted them to
be taken. If she wanted to cry and other people were uncomfortable with that,
perhaps, I could whisperingly ask if she wanted to step into the laundry room
or outside for a moment.
In which case she could weep to
her heart’s content on my shoulder and and / or tell me (if she wanted to) what
memories that song brought up about her mother. I suspect they were very good
ones, and that she missed her mom.
I don’t think of this as a
coulda, woulda, shoulda thing. That was a long time ago.
I just wanted to write about the
memory when it swept over me…as it’s an awesome reminder to trust your
internal, emotional compass. Therein, authenticity lies.
Trust yourself, then you will know how to live. –Johann Wolfgang
Von Goethe
Authentically Yours, Laura