Music Therapy

I attempted music therapy with my mom and got my mom to listen to the Miranda Lambert song “Automatic.” She said despite never hearing the song before it evoked feelings of comfort and reminiscing on her days as a child working in her church; however, it also makes her appreciate the development of the world because some of that old stuff was “annoying.” I asked her what colors it made her think about and she had two very different responses. First was pink, but not light or dark almost like the pink hue the sky obtains once the sun begins to set. The second one was dark brown like the wood in her old church building. Jokingly she said it made her think it was time for me to get a haircut, but I don’t really think that was entirely a joke because my parents always talk about how my brother's and I’s haircuts are too unprofessional for them and how back in their day black men couldn’t get a job, “looking like that.”