A Melody to Lift the Soul



The other day I felt like I had walked through an invisible field of melancholy, it clung to me as I made the trip down to the beach with my son. The numbing feeling that life is too hard. I do not wallow for hours in these pastures, the ones of negativity and self-doubt. I am an optimist and know that my internal dialogue needs a positive narrative, as much as I hate to admit it, I am only human after all. I am not a super mum I am someone who takes each day along with the good and the not so good I pick out the good bits, savouring them for days like these. I measure my emotions and assure myself it is only natural to feel down every once in a while.

I sat watching my boy on the beach trying to shake off the grimness, feeling sad was not going to help anyone least of all him. When you have a child on the spectrum, the challenges we face are many. In the end the fact is he will always be an original, also unique and talented, but oh so gorgeously different. When I go to the beach I often think of my Dad and wonder how he would handle certain issues. It occurred to me that his anniversary was only days away. I counted the years, seven years without his smile. Seven years without his strong hugs and seven years of missing his sense of silliness and fun. I imagined what life would be like if he was still here. My mood swung to an all time low.

It was then I heard a soft yodel, at first I thought I was imagining it, when I looked up into the sand dunes behind me, there sat a Magpie singing to the wind, with wings spread he sang the most melodious tune, so gentle and beautiful. I knew it was a message from the heavens. The sun shone through the storm clouds and I smiled.

I gave thanks for a Father who shared love and compassion, I gave thanks for my children and how different they are and how much they teach me every day. I gave thanks for a supportive loving husband and a giant-sized family to share this life. I dusted myself off and stood up knowing tomorrow would be a better day, if I just let it be.

That Magpie kept singing for the longest time. It was a magical minuscule moment that I will treasure. What little miracles or magic have  you experienced just when you needed them? Please leave a comment I love hearing your stories.



The morning frost upon the dawn

A song rings out, a melodious tune

Tis but a Magpie

A  black and white bird.

Yet his song lifts the heaviest of hearts

He calls to me

Good morning earth

I give praise to thee

my one true gift

is a song for you.


About Minuscule Moments

Everybody has a DREAM. Today is the first day of the rest of my writing life. Its a lonely world out there when you are learning the craft. This year, as the same as last year, I want to finish my first children's picture book. I have learn't many wonderful lessons on this journey. You are never too old to learn.
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59 Responses to A Melody to Lift the Soul

  1. beautifully painted…it’s like i’m right there hearing you say this…word for word

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  3. emptynestmomma says:

    Kath – What a beautiful post! Some days I move from melancholy with difficulty, and some days I just stay and let the memories and feelings wash over me. Reading your words, and also the comments, lets me know I am so not-alone. 🙂 You have such a gift for expressing and encouraging, and you share so generously. Thank you so much! …Barb 🙂 PTL

  4. Kath, thank you for this magical moment. As a young mother, I had many days of melancholy. I caught in your beautiful narrative the message, “I gave thanks…I gave thanks…I gave thanks….” It is a game I play with myself now, in my saddest times to find something to be grateful for. My prayers have shifted to 90% gratitude and praise, rather than asking. So glad to have you for an Internet friend on the other side of the world!

    • I agree Susan I give thanks too! Its a pretty quiet existence out here on the dairy farm with no neighbors so having other writers to talk to from across the miles is a blessing for me and I appreciate you stopping in for a chat and am thankful for our connection too!

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  6. Desi Clown says:

    At first I was wondering why the crow had white feathers :p We don’t have Magpies around these parts, but after reading your description about them I just had to see a couple of videos of them. They make such amazing sounds! I have a question for you, does an otherwise optimistic person feel harder hit when he feels sad? Thinking “This isn’t how I feel normally” as opposed to someone who’s more prone to the blues, who wouldn’t find it odd that he’s feeling sad… I know an optimist bounces back from sadness faster, I’m just curious if he feels hit harder by the sadness

    • A very good question, for me I don’t think so I think my optimism always shines through in the end. But it might be because I believe in life there are no guarantees one day you are here…the next…who knows….So live it large Desi.

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