On my way back down the mountain today, in the distance behind me, I could hear someone singing.. singing deeply from their soul.
I slowed down so I could enjoy the singing. My Spanish is not wonderful, and it’s not in this clip, but I could swear at one point they sang “There are not words in my mouth that say how I feel in my heart”.
My brain shot back in time to a job I had where the custodian, from Laos, sang all the time. He told me the days he sang loudest and longest were the days he was missing his country the most.
I remember years ago I would hear people randomly singing or whistling through their day, and I don’t really hear it much any more. That in part is what made today so special.
I would like there to be ease in the world again where when people felt it rise up, the songs would come, and mingle with those of the birds like they did today.
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