What a difference
a year makes. When Mother’s Day of
2014 approached, I was one month away from seeing my younger daughter get
married; the first weekend of May, I hosted a bridal shower for her. I’d been working on my latest book for
three years, and dealt with two literary agents who kept the manuscript for an
entire year between the two of them.
I truly felt at least one of them would be interested in representation
based on the feedback and vibes I was getting. When they passed on the project, I endured the blow of
rejection once again. Trying a
different publishing route, in May I began working with a cover designer that
didn’t pan out. Enter another
designer and deadlines with the publisher I eventually chose. The book was published in August. Also in August: moving said daughter
and new son-in-law to Colorado.
It’s fair to say
with all of the above and the wedding planning that had taken well over a year’s
time, I wasn’t myself. I was exhausted,
run down, not sleeping and couldn’t get farther than the day’s lists of things
I had to do. My health and immune
system went a little under the weather, too. An EKG revealed I needed to have an echocardiogram and wear
a 24-hour Holter monitor to determine the source of heart palpitations and an
irregular heartbeat. My thyroid
levels were out of sorts. Months
of blood work and adjusted doses of medication followed. All is well now but stress and worry do
affect your health.
With all of that
going on, I think Mother’s Day was an “anything you ask for” kind of holiday
last year…a Saturday and Sunday event.
On the day itself, my husband and I went to a Chicago Blackhawks playoff
game and, incidentally, they played the same team in the second round that
they’re playing now. Saturday was
spent at the Old Town School of Folk Music, attending a concert by the Irish
singer and songwriter, Luka Bloom.
I can’t remember
how I started listening to Luka Bloom’s music, but I’ve been a fan of his for
quite some time. He’s described as
a contemporary folk artist and I think his sound is beautiful, haunting and
unique; his lyrics read as poetry. When I discovered he was touring the United
States and Chicago was one of the stops, I knew I had to get tickets, as I
wasn’t sure if he would tour the US again in the near future. It was my first concert of his and it
was as good as I’d expected it to be.
If I had to
recommend some of his music, a few of my favorites (originals and
covers) include Lighthouse, Diamond
Mountain, Everyman, Listen to the River, Exploring the Blue, See You Soon, Dreams
In America, Me and My Guitar, Throw Your Arms Around Me, If I Were A Carpenter and The First Time Ever I Saw Your Face. The latter two are, I’ll admit, the most
romantic cover versions I’ve ever heard of the two. Probably many women of my generation who are Luka Bloom fans
would agree.
So Mother’s Day
will be a little quieter this year for me. However, this time next year, daughter number one will be
walking down the aisle. I hope to
at least have the first draft of the book I’m working on finished by then, but
I’m making no promises. However,
if it all comes together, I’d better start making plans…I’ll probably need to
recuperate again.
Happy Mother's Day to all.
Lighthouse
by Luka Bloom
I see the red boat coming
Beyond out in the bay
Cutting through salt water
The end of a working day
Bringing in cargo
Of words I’m meant to hear
Words of loving kindness
To soften hate and fear
May I be happy
May I be well
May I be happy
May I be well
I can see the lighthouse
It’s coming to night view
Providing safe passage
For me and for you
You’ve shouldered your crosses
And brought them to this shore
Lay down your burdens
They’ll rule you no more
May you be happy
May you be well
May you be happy
May you be well
Everyman
by Luka Bloom
There is a quiet spirit in the world
Sleeping tonight
We’ll worry no more
You’ve let go the fight
Everyman takes his own load
Down the line
Everyman walks his own road
To the end of time
A faraway look in your eyes
Out beyond the door
Many tried to reach you
Bring you home to the shore
Everyman takes his own load
Down the line
Everyman walks his own road
To the end of time
There’s a quiet spirit in the world
You brought a smile to my face
A butterfly leaves the room
In its wake your grace
Everyman sees his own road
Into the light
Everyman lets his own load go
One last night
Sleep in peace tonight
Sleep in peace new life
Sleep in peace tonight
Sleep in peace goodnight
