I love a bath.....

Many a day I get a song, usually just a snippet of a song, stuck in my head.

Sometimes it's pure tortoure...like hanging by your toenails would be.

Cisco Kid was a friend of mine, a perfect example.

Most times I can't for the life of me figure out what song it is that is playing (only part way) in my brain.

Where did I hear it? What is the title? What are the rest of the words?

I've gone so far as to tell Googie that I'm getting a notebook and writing down the lyrics that swirl in my noggin...surely they will connect, in all their unorganized and scattered beauty, and provide me with a message.

A message from the universe?

From God?

Just for the record (in case my message hunch is correct) I don't think that I've ever done anything rotten enough for God to sentence me to a couple of days long "Cisco Kid " mind take over.

Sometimes it really does feel like some kind of horrible punishment.

Other times, the lyrics and melodies that I hum and sing out loud in the car are like a cheap therapy.

For days its been these words.....

"My chains are gone
I've been set free
My God, my Savior has ransomed me...."

That's all I could remember.

Finally, I Googled them.

I was embarrassed when Amazing grace popped up.

"My chains are gone, I've been set free"...man, talk about a tranqualizer.

Oliver Wendell Homes says, "Take a music bath once or twice a week for a few seasons. You will find it is to the soul what a water bath is to the body."

This little doozie ... is a soul jacuzzi.

And this one .... a soul waterfall.

Music and baths...what amazing gifts.