November 7 - Worth the Effort?

This morning when Lyle and I went to see my mother, there was a music therapy program happening. Mum lives in a care facility about an hour north of Sydney and spending time with Mum is the main reason for our frequent trips Down Under. One of the renditions in this morning’s program was Now is the Hour, a traditional Maori song of farewell. In my generation, nearly every Australian schoolchild would have known the words and tune so it was a nostalgic moment when I heard the song again.

However, this morning’s song triggered another memory.  Several years ago when Lyle and I were travelling in New Zealand, we stopped to see the Glowworm Caves at Waitomo. This was one of the top tourist destinations on my list and I was quite excited...that is, until we actually arrived at the ticket booth. It was only then that I fully realized the challenges that might face a person with little vision when touring an underground cave with uneven steps in the dark. With my eye condition, I cannot see in the dark. I hesitated, procrastinated, but finally decided to go ahead. 

The first part of the tour was indeed tricky and I was wondering if I had made the right decision.  I couldn’t see the little lights of the glowworms and I was uncertain of my steps.  Lyle and I fell a little behind the main group and so missed out on some of the commentary as well.  Then we came to a large cave.  I still could see very little but the tour guide explained that this particular cave had the most amazing natural acoustics. She asked if anyone in the group would like to sing to demonstrate the sound. There was a significant pause. I am not sure what exactly came over me – I am not a singer – but perhaps it was just a bit of pent up frustration letting loose. Suddenly I was singing Now is the Hour. 

It was an amazing experience.  I sounded even better than when I happen to sing in the shower, and all the Kiwi and Aussie tourists joined in. Our guide seemed to notice me and my white cane for the first time and from then until we resurfaced I was led to the front of the group.

I am telling you this story because it was such a good lesson for me. Somehow, I had changed my thinking from I can’t do this to I can do this if I try. I overcame my initial apprehension and went on to have an extraordinary experience in the underground caves at Waitomo.  Was it worth the effort?  Totally!

There are lots of instances like this in our lives. I try to remember my own experience with Now Is the Hour.  My experience might not be the same as that of someone with sight, but I can still draw on other senses to gain my own measure of enjoyment from any experience or activity.