Telegrams From A Hummingbird

Being a HUMMINGBIRD fluttering on earth. In life, flitting from one flower to the next. Collecting boxes of memories to fill an ebook. BEING JAYNE PARIS website a depository from drawers filled with words and images. A plethora of connections I share as spontaneous as an outburst of humming: Full disclosure: upon hearing a word, sometimes I hum a tune, I recognize a lyric that fits with the word I heard, tho never the whole show tune as “Every single time, the happiness in the tune convinces me that I'm not afraid“ from King and I - so this natural tendency to be fluttering, forever following the grooves that soar - I find a tune.

TELEGRAM FROM THE INSIDE OF A STILL CAR

Inside a still car, without the engine being on, I learned at a a young age, still plays music from the radio. Whenever my parents would go food shopping, take quick trips to department stores or to pick up items here and there. Since I did not like to shop. It was difficult to abandon the radio to do errands. I opted to wait in the stillness of the car.

Embracing the radio, this being always chose to be a lady in waiting. So enjoyed waiting. I turned on the radio. Such a remembrance of past songs:

“Have you seen her?” a song utilizing spoken words. It was The Chi-lites

opening with: “ONE MONTH AGO TODAY I WAS HAPPY AS A LARK – but now I go for walks, to the movies maybe to the park, I have a seat on the same old bench to watch the children play, huh, you know tomorrow’s there future but for me it’s just another day – They all gather round me….”

MEMORIES FORMED BY SONGS COMING OVER THE AIRWAVES
LISTEN TO THIS!

As I listened I felt I was the elder not the children at play. I recall a strong invigorated imagination flowing. The adolescent self, filling her mind fully, absorbing the radio’s music. This held on forever an abiding devotion and appreciation of listening to music. The wait was such a form of meditation. Instinctively in that youthful spirit, I felt I was chosen to hear exactly what was being played by the radio. In syncing with the sounds, possessing a meditative comfort, I chose radio over dates, over shopping, over socializing, over doing homework sometimes. Sharing the absolute glorious memories of how the constant companionship of sounds was how I self regulated. Now, I understand I was supporting what my parasympathetic nervous system was craving. If I felt taxed by the errands or the day, it was the radio I was soothed by.

The Chi-lites version of HAVE YOU SEEN HER that played on the radio, the same year as The Temptations’ “Just My Imagination (Running Away with Me)” came out. This also was a wait till it is over to leave the car song: WATCH THIS! Boys to Men sing this so beautifully.

Curiously, what induced misty-eyes of this romantic, pre-adolescence, daydreaming child was the spoken word, as well as the indulgence to be able to just gaze out car windows listening to musical notes. Remembering the songs on the radio playing remained always in my mind. Realizing how I was pausing all the time to reflect… I did not flaunt the grace I felt. Carousing was not my jam, preferring to take my own time outs and enjoy inspiration from a curiosity-driven life imagined through lyrical stories. It was like I had an amulet in my back pocket and I could hold on to these tunes whenever I needed comfort. I take delight in this imagining: As I was in the car, somewhere flying over where the car was parked, hearing the tunes, someone else was listening to the same station and humming along! A joyous calm comes from humming and fluttering on Earth in a sing-song manner!