I received this surprise photo yesterday. My granddaughter was dancing to the CD. When I asked which song, I was told, oh, all of them between "I Sing" and "Freeway, the High-Flying Pig!" Wow. When I checked, that was 9 songs worth of listening and dancing! What a delight to know that not only is she enjoying the collection, but it is getting into her bones and into her movements.
A dream begins in the ethers. It nudges, it calls again and again as life flows past. Finally, it will not be put aside and steps are taken to bring it into this world of sound and touch and "reality." I put that in quotes because I do not believe the world of the senses is the only one that is real. But it is the one that we are most conscious of experiencing. And so, with months of work on the written sheet music and in the recording studio, the dream took shape.
Finally, the CDs and songbooks started going out and after that, like your children that you raise, they go beyond where you'll ever know. Like into kitchens where little girls dance. Or into cars where families will sing together. Or into mother's laps who can talk about the sorrow and love for a family pet who has died. Or into a lesson on the environment and our responsibility for it.
I will never know where the music actually goes or what it might do with its own energy. I was lucky enough to get to know about Meghan's dance. I know that I have shipped them off to Maine and Alaska and Colorado and New Mexico. I am thrilled and I release it to do what it may do.
I almost chickened out and didn't invest the time and money and effort. But then Pete Seeger's lessons spoke to me and I reclaimed the dream. My little voice, my little songs, like others, are meant to be shared, to be sung, to build community and hope. Pete danced his dance and sang his songs, I will dance mine and sing mine. And you, my friends, will dance your dance and sing your songs too, whatever they may be. Wherever they may go!