Jake and I took a cruise for our honeymoon 19 years ago. Not on a big cruise ship, rather a small cruise ship through the Canadian Inside Passage. I worked for the cruise line (Cruise West) and we got a crazy good deal on our tickets. We were the youngest people on the ship by at least 4 decades, but we didn’t care. We don’t believe in pre-marital sex so we would have had a great time anywhere– but the small ship atmosphere was especially romantic and intimate.
One port of call was Orcas Island where we attended a piano presentation given by Christopher Peacock. He’s an incredible musician and we were in awe. We bought a couple of his cd’s that night as souvenirs and over the last 19 years we’ve listened to those songs thousands of times. For years, Josh and Sam would listen to his music as lullabies when they went to bed. Christopher Peacock’s rendition of Canon in D is Josh’s favorite.
Today we returned from a long 16 hour day which included a workshop, a trip to the laundromat, a photo session, a quick exploration of a quaint little town (Healdsburg, CA), and over 9 hours of driving. Our day started at 4:15am, it’s now 9:30pm and we’ve just got everything unloaded from the van and put away, teeth brushed, pajamas on and everyone is settling down.
Miss B is fussy, she’s overtired and struggling falling asleep. The bus is dark, the glow of my laptop the only light. Jake is sitting next to B’s little bunk holding her hand and we just turned on Christopher Peacock’s cd. A hush fell over the bus, a unified relaxing as everyone took a deep breath and sank further into their covers.
The power of music. I’m so grateful for it. As I sit here typing, my own body relaxes as the familiar melodies float on air. Miss B’s whimpering has been replaced by soft snoring. In this moment I am home.