Day Seven: Music of the Spheres

Jay Berghuis
Sep 9, 2024
2 min read

Some might call it a manic episode, but I danced in my wheelchair this morning.

Some might say my stressed-out nervous system was over-caffeinated with strong black tea.

Some might always be skeptical about the way mystics move in the world when the earth moves through them.

I say that my first morning in rehab was a full-on engagement with Mystery.

Six am. Dawn.

I wake and gingerly drop into my rolling chair, making sure I remember the brakes (I forgot yesterday and had everyone in the room hollering at me). I delight in making my own exactly prepared hot tea – my English roots run deep! The silence is too deafening as my reality sinks in.

Here I am. Now what do I do?

I reach for my personally collated SoulFire playlist – and my speaker and at full volume start with Cat Stevens' "Morning Has Broken" (all the earlier, more gentle, wail-ey songs have been lived through for years!). The sun pours over the rooflines. Yes: Morning has broken, like the first morning! It is a fresh beginning for me. I feel something click inside me – some soul bone clicks into place that speaks in the rhythm of music. The words of very song that follows moves me with tears of gratitude.

The words of Spirit songs and hymns gush through me and around me in a Love that is ineffable and yet fully alive. From down through the ages, my Judeo-Christian Ancestors are with me, and I know the children of the 7th generation will be blessed through these broken bones. The trees are clapping their hands.

In every pore of life – behind and before –Immanuel.