Find Your Bliss

When Bob and I were busking, I was always surprised at how relaxed he was, sitting amongst the crowds in Covent Garden and around Piccadilly.

On the rare occasion he did get agitated, there was something that was always liable to calm him down: music. As soon as I started strumming away at my guitar, his body language changed. He seemed more mellow. His tail-wagging fell into the distinctive, windscreen-wiper pattern that indicated he was happy. That he had found his own form of bliss.

More recently, if I am recording music in my little studio at home, he has to sit directly behind me when the sound is booming out. No matter how loud it gets, and it can get very loud, he wants to be there.

Music has, at various times, been my own salvation. Seeing its impact on Bob has underlined to me that we all have something that has the power to soothe, restore and lift us when we need it.

We all need to find our bliss sometimes.