Since Im laying here crying, I thought Id check in. Its been an incredibly difficult week from Christmas Eve (Santa brought me a scalpel) with one planned surgery, 2 emergency surgeries (include one in my room in my bed without anesthesia), 2 days in ICU (I hate that place), lots of doping meds to deal with (I lose track of days) and a release date that keeps getting further and further pushed into the future. So this afternoon Im laying here, pretty bummed. I want to be at the Bhakti Yoga Shala tonight, with my friends singing, chatting, performing, saying goodbye to this tucked up year. Instead, release dates of Christmas Day, before New Years Eve, New Years Eve (they swore I wouldnt be in here this long), New Years Day and more have come and gone or pushed further into the future. Those who know me know making music with my friends is one of the things that brings me the greatest joy in life. When I was told I would be here tonight I was crushed. I was hoping to sit in a wheelchair, at the back of the Shala, and even fantasized about drumming one or two tonight. They had told me they had different types of volunteers here, including musicians who will come around and offer to play in your room for 15 minutes, if you wish. I envisioned someone who played poorly and sang Hine Ma Tov and Feelin Groovy, over and over and over. 90 minutes ago Rick Penn-Kraus came to my room and, at the encouragement of my nurse who knows me pretty well and said Rick and I would hit it off, offered to play. Now I thought thered be no live music in my life tonight and certainly no performances, until Rick picked up his Taylor and started with Where Do The Children Play?. Within minutes I grabbed the insulated cover over my lunch adding a little percussion, singing along, even harmonizing at times. People kept stopping in, some were grouped in the doorway as we went from one song to the next. Even though they loaded me up on painkillers before he started, using my diaphragm was excruciatingly painful. I could feel my wound pulling hard, the bandage over it stretched and pulling and I started to tear, not from the pain, but from my soul dancing free. I felt like G-Das for the first time in over 2 weeks. God shots come in all different forms, best when you dont know they are coming. Thank you, Rick, for your kind spirit, your excellent playing and singing, and for bringing some sunshine into my room, filling my heart. I got a New Years God shot of biblical proportion. My love to all of you, friends and family. and my wishes for a healthy and happy New Years and 2015. All my love... ...for ever and a day. -GD Ps. Oh, they were tears of joy.
Posted on: Thu, 01 Jan 2015 01:25:35 +0000
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