The idea of "delight" is far from our minds in the dark of winter. In fact, most mornings when I wake up, delight is the last thing I consider. First, I groan because it is later than I hoped. Then I sneer because it is earlier than I want it to be. (Figure that one out.) Then I stretch and discover that the joints and parts that hurt last night still hurt this morning. Some mornings, I refuse to get out of bed, yet.
But I always do rise and shuffle through the day. Delight can catch me then, unawares. Oh, but not if I am wary. I fight the delight because no one can make me feel - or do - anything I don't want to do.
Except...I do want to be delighted. Even in my battle against surprising happiness, I do things that surprise me with happiness. I should just give in.
Bill Staines, after his performance at Godfrey Daniels. |
Kadir Nelson' version. |
The older book! |
I know that Bill Staines has written some great songs, covered by some very well-known singers. I had never been to a Bill Staines performance, though.
I volunteered to work the counter at a place that delights me in so many ways, Godfrey Daniels, the Lehigh Valley's original listening room. Because, why not? I mean, Bill Staines is FAMOUS!! and if I volunteer I get to see the performance for free. (Hint! Lehigh Valley peeps! It's worth the scrambling before the show and at the break to be a volunteer. The caveat is this; you will end up purchasing tickets for other shows because so many folk legends play this club.)
Delight. It hit me square in the eardrum and in the eyes - delight in music so smooth and so sweet that worries roll off your shoulders. Delight - to see and hear people of so many different ages singing together. It was like a tent meeting of kindness - delight.
His songs are about rivers, home, old dogs, bridges, rodeos, road trips, children, memories, love, loss, hope - these are the building blocks of delight.
Today, the weather is meh! and my head aches. I could take a walk so I could complain about the wet weather and the damp. Or play foolish games on the computer, or nap.
Instead I think that I will put my new Bill Staines CD on while I make a home cooked meal and feel delight in my home, in warmth, in coziness and in the talent of an American folk singer.
When delight jumps out, invite it in. Put on some music. Make some soup. Set your mopey self free.
I love this post and I love that song! I think Dave Fry recorded it too! Here's to delight!
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