A few days ago I experienced one of life’s truly magical moments. It was so moving that I’ll treasure it for the rest of my life. Just recently I’ve been feeling uncharacteristically down. The nation’s gloom is getting to me, everywhere you look there’s bad news. Since deciding to slow my business down, to get to know my children, I have good days and bad days. Mostly I worry about money, especially at 4 in the morning.
Strangely I have the death of the composer John Barry to thank for helping to break my downward spiral of gloom. I heard on the radio that he’d died and as usual the report briefly went through a list of the famous film scores he’d written. James Bond theme, Dances with Wolves and Out of Africa. Why is it, that when a composer or musician dies you immediately want to listen to their music? As a tribute the radio played the theme tune to the film Out of Africa.
It was a Monday morning and I was at home looking after my two children. It’s a beautiful piece of music, very calming and because my daughter had been fractious that particular morning, I decided to pick her up and have a dance with her. My daughter is at the age where she can run around and get up to mischief but she can’t talk. Instead she communicates with expressions and body language. During that dance she communicated such love and affection for me it literally brought a tear to my eye. It was a few precious moments of calm; her little face was so beautiful she clearly loved dancing with her daddy. The worries of the world vanished. It didn’t cost me anything and made me realise what is truly important in life.
One day when she’s older I’ll tell her about that dance and how it helped me put things in perspective. If you’ve never tried dancing around your living room with your children I’d recommend it, it’s good for the soul.