Yesterday, while my son was at his keyboard lesson, I took a walk. The weather was overcast and threatening rain.
I meant to take my umbrella, but — these days — I often forget at least one little thing.
It didn’t matter. I had my iPhone and, therefore, my music with me.
Long Slow Distance, a tune I’ve loved for many decades, started playing.
I saw many things from different perspectives, as I walked away, got lost, and then made my way back to my son, in time.
As I re-approached the place where Aaron’s piano teacher lives and gives lessons, yesterday morning, the word “home” came into my mind.
Perhaps that was because Letter from Home — also beloved by me for many years — was playing.
That song speaks to me of loss. And love.
I miss my father, this Father’s Day.
Thanks to the Dixie Dregs, to Pat Metheny, to Anna Maria Jopek, to families everywhere, and to those who go long, slow distances — away from and toward home. And thanks to you for your visit here, no matter where you are on your journey.