BLACK BIRD FLY….

This song was one Andrew played on his guitar ALL of the time. He loved it. I would smell the aroma of jasmine incense coming from his room as well as him playing this song. He played it in the hospital. Martin and I were listening to this song at his service. As Martin & I were hugging each other and taking in the words of this song then, the battle cry of the bag pipes started & broke this intimate moment we were sharing at our son’s service. We couldn’t help but laugh. Not just because of the bag pipes but other events where bagpipes were involved that was hilarious.

Martin put this song on my mp3 player along with a meditation he made for me to connect with Andrew. As I was listening to this song today, the words resonated with me in such a deep way. I have said that my whole life was preparing me for this experience with Andrew. Like knowing at 13yo that Martin and I were suppose to be together. At 16yo doing my term paper on Raymond Moody’s book “Life After Life.” Then of course there was my abusive childhood. So the verse “Take these broken wings and learn to fly, all your life.” Well, that is what it has felt like. Trying to fly with broken wings. AND somehow it is this experience with my beloved son that will set me free and I WILL learn to fly with these broken wings!

BLACK BIRD
Blackbird singing in the dead of night
Take these broken wings and learn to fly
All your life
You were only waiting for this moment to arise

Black bird singing in the dead of night
Take these sunken eyes and learn to see
all your life
you were only waiting for this moment to be free

Blackbird fly, Blackbird fly
Into the light of the dark black night.

Blackbird fly, Blackbird fly
Into the light of the dark black night.

Blackbird singing in the dead of night
Take these broken wings and learn to fly
All your life
You were only waiting for this moment to arise,
You were only waiting for this moment to arise,
You were only waiting for this moment to arise

IT’S ALL GOOD!