It's All About the Journey

Today is your future. Live in the moment!


Unforgettable!

“As I was driving down the street, down the street, down the street…” comes to my mind as I reflect and anticipate writing this story….

On my way to my folks in Pennsylvania, I was listening to the radio to all the holiday music.  After 3 hours of the same songs (yes, there really is a limit), I popped in a CD and came across Nat King Cole and the duet his daughter “re-mastered” with them singing “Unforgettable.”  My mind instantly went to my former piano teacher, Wendell, and his wife, Lori.  They had been performers for a number of years, and one of the songs they sang was this.  Along with the ticker tape in my brain, his phone number popped into my head, so I called to get permission to record for you this story, my version of the Wendell story.
I met Wendell in the early 1990’s (I believe) when looking for a piano teacher as ours retired and moved to Florida.  I had no idea what a treat I was in for.  (a sideline here folks, I always wanted to take lessons, figured it would motivate the kids more if Mom took them too….)
Wendell has perfect pitch.  All he has to do is hear a song and he can repeat it.  He can rewrite music in different keys.  Yes, I took this in a music theory class, but what WOWED me was when he would say “this one has 6 flats, this is how it would sound in the key of ____” and then just sit down and play it…(need I say more?)  
Sometimes, when life was really getting me down in the dumps, I’d go to my lesson and, knowing I wasn’t going to do well, would manage to sidetrack him and say, “show me how to play it again,” and then I’d bask in listening to Wendell play it.  Not only would he play the version he’d write for me (with a pencil, btw, not a computer program), he would play also his version. (Another sidenote on this:  rather than use a book for me, he’d use music he’d write because “isn’t it better to learn a technique while playing a song you enjoy?”)  A couple of times I opened my eyes (yes it was that relaxing) and realized his eyes were closed as he was playing.  I think that’s what impressed me the most.  He not only played it, you could tell he could feel it.  
I can still play Music Box Dancer “by heart.”
Wendell (and Lori) are magical people.  They married and their horses were a part of the ceremony, which took place in their barn.  Their love of animals, and their love for each other, has helped them to choose to retire soon.  I wish them the best.
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The Ghost of Christmas Past

…. yesterday’s.  It has now become a Christmas past.

I have to admit, this Christmas was very special.  Is it because of my grandchildren, and seeing the wonder in the eyes of a child?  Is it the humble little tree I conjured up from the barn and carefully chosen ornaments that a 2 year old could handle? (I do declare this is the best tree I’ve had since my tree I’d gotten from the Ives’ farm!) The humble little gingerbread house that the grandchildren made for me?  I think it’s perhaps the knowledge that today is my eternity, it is a day that lasts 24 hours and I need to enjoy every single moment as it happens.


Turn turn turn..turn around

“To everything there is a season, and a time to every purpose under the heaven:

a time to be born, a time to die, a time to plant, and a time to pluck up that which is planted; a time to kill, and a time to heal, a time to break down and a time to build up; a time to weep, and a time to laugh, a time to mourn and a time to dance, a time to cast away stones, and a time to gather stones, a time to embrace, and a time to refrain from embracing.  A time to get, and a time to lose, a time to keep and a time to cast away; a time to rend, and a time to sew, a time to keep silence, and a time to speak, a time to love, and a time to hate, a time of war and a time of peace.”  Ecclesiastes 3:2ff

Our hearts turn to comfort one another in sorrow, the loss of the innocent.  Why does tragedy occur?  How can a righteous, loving God allow this to happen, that the innocent are slain?

We all try to answer that question, yet day after day, year after year, history repeats itself and we live in a violent world.  There are precautions we can take to ensure our safety, but when death calls, no one can hold it at bay.  He comes.  And it’s not pretty.  We weep, we mourn with those that mourn.  We hug our own closer.

Are we prepared for an emergency?  Words from this popular commercial ring in our ears and we try to collect things:  candles, tools such as gardening habits, learning to live off the land.  And in the back of our minds, the emergency of nuclear disaster would devastate us all, our natural resources will be contaminated (and there is only so much bottled water in the world that you can hold onto, eventually you will run out).

So, what is the bottom line here?  Every day I think about that, every day I add more to the answer…so this is ongoing, forgive me if I skip something, do not judge me and say, “yeah, but what about this?”  Every answer is the right answer.

Answer for today:  Love and cherish your moments today, this is all we have. The past is history, it will not repeat so don’t rest on its laurels.  Today is your moment to shine for every single person that surrounds you today


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Influence and Infloressence

a journey for one” – all journeys are journeys for one.  — Sigman Shapiro

Introducing to you writer/poet/philosopher Sigman Shapiro.  Mr. Shapiro has contributed work to “Autumn Lanes” and another adventure book (poety/photography) still sitting on my shelf under “documents.”  His most recent musings on his website (listed below) is inspiring to me, makes me think.  If you like poetry, like writing stories, or just contemplate the universe, check this out.

http://infloressence.wordpress.com/2012/12/10/purpose-and-meaning-what-matters/