Monday, March 30, 2015

Freedom Soaring

I have to admit, I have a difficult time letting go or letting my hair down or feeling free—whatever you want to call it.  I won’t get into the whys, only that my adult life has been super complicated.

One way I let go is remembering my brother, Randy. He had a beard, drove a 1972 Ford Bronco, wore a derringer belt buckle, and loved Credence Clearwater Revival (CCR).  He drove fifty miles to work and fifty miles back every day. In the spring, he took the top off his Bronco and put a cover on the back behind the bucket seats.  He would scream into the yard after work in a flurry of dust with CCR blasting, and then stomp into the house for a cup of coffee before he could even speak to anyone.  He hated the drive, or more apropos, the idiot drivers on the highway.

Being the country girl that I am, I detested CCR.

When my brother unexpectedly died at the age of forty-nine, I inherited his music collection.  Of course, among those discs was a two-disc set of CCR.  It remained in the basement for a number of years until one spring day about eight years ago.  I brought it up and slide it into the disk player in my truck and headed to an appointment with my two sons. 

After they got over the initial shock of mom listening to something other than country, they really got into the beat of the music.  So did Mom.  My knee started banging against the truck door to the time of the music, my hands tapping on the steering wheel.  By the time we hit the on-ramp to the freeway, I was bouncing in my seat.  The boys clapped their hands and tapped their feet.  The energy level increased.  Smiles spread across our faces, tears rolled down my cheeks.

Travelin’ Band come on.  A lightness lifted my chest and sent a loud scream from my lungs.  We rolled down our windows and felt the wind in our faces as freedom soared in our hearts. I think my foot pressed down harder on the gas pedal, but I tried to stay within the speed limit. The boys hung their arms out the window, trying to catch the air stream.

I felt rejuvenated.  I felt close to my brother.  I felt spring in my heart.

Since then, every spring we insert CCR into the disc player of our vehicle and kick loose.  For some reason, it only works when the sun is warming the earth and new life is springing forth from the ground.

The rest of the year, you will find me enjoying my classic country music and the singers I love.  Don’t get me wrong.  I can let go with a good “heehaw” during the rest of the year, but CCR, the memory of my brother, and the joy I’ve had with my kids instills in me an excitement and pleasure beyond compare.

"Emancipate yourselves from mental slavery, none but ourselves can free our minds!" -Bob Marley
Happy Spring!

Cindy A. Christiansen
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