Riffshot ~ Jazz Through My Rearview Mirror~ Jazz to My Rescue

Emotional freedom offers the skill of reclaiming your happiness and heart…. These fundamental living skills liberate you from fear and let you navigate adversity without attacking, losing your cool or being derailed by it.” Judith Orloff, M.D.

Courtesy of Creative Commons Stock Photos

Courtesy of Creative Commons Stock Photos

The sunset cast an amber glow in my living room .  I brew my favorite Brazilian coffee and am drawn to the Marina.  I bring my iPod, soft pastels and make my way through the winding curves of anticipation.  I look in my rearview mirror and see in the back seat a girl with long brown curly hair with golden highlights blowing in the gentle breeze of freshness that captures the freedom she exudes from her big brown eyes with freckles that punctuate her sunny disposition.  I glance through the windshield and the fog has nestled in way that promises to bring hope and comfort that my passenger is seeking.  I am in the driver’s seat.  I lift the top of my coffee and just exhale.  My breath becomes measured because these last few weeks have presented such a challenge.  What seemingly began as a toothache has spread to my temporal mandibular joint and the pain is deafening.  I can’t eat anything that requires opening my mouth and chewing.

“17 Mile Drive Feat. James Moody” An original composition by Gil Fuller & The Monterey Jazz Festival Orchestra Featuring Dizzy Gillespie and James Moody. Released: 2008

Rolling up the window, I look at my passenger and signal that we are going to stand at the edge of my life today and dream.  I must be dreaming.  She reaches and touches my hand and we dance as if we don’t have a care in this world.  We sit.  I play 17 Mile Drive.  The incantation of bongos signals a beginning providing the perfect punctuation for the rebellious times that set the timbre of the prevailing storm that is emerging.  I feel it flowing through my mind erasing my pain in a syncopated rhythm.    Suddenly, I feel my dad’s presence and we all sit faces turned upward for the truth to be revealed.  I hear him saying to us remember the lesson I taught you when the thorns of illness, injustice, pain and challenges arise you must find your rhythm.  It is rooted in the timing.  Your dental malfunction is demanding that you will have to wait thru the strife.  Harmony comes from practice and patience through the changing of the dominant and tonic chords that flow through your tears.  Wellness and illness share the same syncopated space in a finite bond.  Your progressions of stacked fourths represent the complications you are facing in this very moment.  Breathe in the sound and let it wash your soul releasing the thorns and debris of your complication knowing that once again you will set sail on the wake that God has laid before you.  I open my eyes, I am alone.  I remember the exact moment in my childhood when I fell in love with the sound of words that can only come from my heart… I am now living with music and not dying with the noise that I consider Cancer to be.

So, in order for me to be free, I must allow the magic of jazz to embrace me. The crucial moment of freedom begins when I become more aware of whom I am and begin living my story.  I return to serenity and joy. Can you feel it in this song?  This is what I feel every time I hear it.   Vivre la liberté.  Peace Out! JBC 8-)

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  1. #1 by Let's CUT the Crap! on March 3, 2014 - 3:34 pm

    I used to listen to these old numbers all the time. I still don’t remember and haven’t put on music much. I can’t work with it in the background. My brain refuses to work and is distracted. See. Can’t multi-task like I used to. :-)


    • #2 by Jazzybeatchick on March 3, 2014 - 3:38 pm

      True enough! It provides company. I am not really watching or listening intently at those times but music has been a stable in our household. No worries, we all have to do what works for us. Besides my roommate waits for the silence so it can get chatty and hit my last nerve. JBC 8-)



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