I picked up my guitar the other day. It sat across the room, quietly as ever, in its stand. But today I noticed, and after banishing the self-critical gremlin in my head, I started strumming a few chords. It sounded creaky and clumsy, but that sense of timelessness as you give yourself to the creative process began to kick in. Those few chord led to a song I had heard online recently.
listen, listen, listen to my heart song,
listen, listen, listen to my heart song,
I will never forget you, I will never forsake you,
I will never forget you, I will never forsake you
It comes from the tradition off devotional chanting. But I knew I was singing it for my son. How I would translate the verses is that as long as I’m here, I will always try to bend towards open-heartedness to all beings—and never forget the source of this spring of inspiration. You are my sunshine, Darby!