The Bald Eagle
Saturday, April 27, 2013
"It's a xylophone," the guide answered.
"What does it do?"
"It makes music. Would you like to hear something?"
"Yes, I would love to. Today, I am tired, yet there is a storm within me."
"Then I'll play you something soothing, and it will calm your storm."
"Do you think the instrument can calm the storm within me?"
"No, I didn't say the instrument would calm the storm, but the piece I play for you will calm the storm."
"Then play for me. I am tired, and it seems as if it has been such a long time since I started this journey."
The guide began to play, at first deep notes that became light and easy, and fast in tempo. The woman sat on the ocean top like on a blanket that was spread out under a palm tree and listened. It still fascinated her that she could sit or walk on water without sinking, without getting wet, as long as she continued to move forward with her eyes focused ahead.
"That' beautiful," she said. "It is soothing. I feel calmer already."
"The music of the xylophone does that to you," replied the guide. "It is like a harp in that its tones are oil for an aching soul."
"Do you think I can learn to play the xylophone?"
"If you want. Have you not yet learn that you can do anything that your heart desire's to do?"
"Will I play as beautiful as you?"
"You will never play as beautiful as I play because you will play according to your own ability, but whatever you play will be beautiful. Besides, beautiful is not determined by comparison."
"Because you will play from your heart, and that is what counts."
"Then, I think I will learn how to play the xylophone. When can I start?"
"Right now. Come here, and we'll play the first notes together."