Well it turns out that I have not been very motivated to blog my recollections one year on. Difficult week to be honest, and sometimes one feels like there is just nothing worth saying. Who knows whether I might take a stab at it next week – I’ll leave that decision to my mood at the time. in any event, I’m going to spend tomorrow focusing on my brilliant and gorgeous wife, who graduates with a bachelor of arts (major fine arts) from the Australian Catholic University. I will say more about this tomorrow, and try not to think about my own anniversary.
In the meantime, one quick recollection. My beautiful friends Kate and Andrew Tennikoff brought me some wonderful headphones and an iPod with some music to listen to an intensive care. Music has a power in times of crisis and so I asked the nurse to place the headphones on my ears and turn on the iPod. The album selected was by Norah Jones and it wasn’t long before I realised my mistake. Her music has a haunting quality and is intensely emotive. Within a minute I found myself crying my eyes out. The problem was that I was trapped in bed, without arms or hands to the iPad off or remove the headphones. It was probably only 10 min or so before my distress was noticed, but it felt like much longer.
I want to walk with you
On a cloudy day
In fields where the yellow grass grows knee-high
So won’t you try to come
Come away with me and we’ll kiss
On a mountaintop
Come away with me
And I’ll never stop loving you
Try listening to that song on a dark day, with your arms tied behind your back. The definition of torture!