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Life Song

A few years ago, someone asked me what I’d say my Life Song is. I thought it must be a Thing, but apparently it isn’t. At least, a) I find no reference to the idea anywhere online and b) my DJ son has never heard of the term. So now I can say definitively what it means and now it can be a Thing because I’ve said so.

At the time and forever since, I’ve believed it to be a song that’s been with you for a long time, a song that has always resonated with you, that evokes deep feelings within you, a song for which your fondness never seems to tire. It won’t necessarily be associated with a particular time or incident in your life, but rather, with who you are on a deep level.

So here’s mine. I actually have two that I cannot choose between: “Over the Rainbow,” written by Harold Arlen and made famous by Judy Garland in the movie “Wizard of Oz;” and Bruce Springsteen’s “Hungry Heart.” At first they seem vastly different, don’t they? But I think only in terms of style.

To me, both songs evoke a feeling of yearning, of wanting something beyond the ordinary. Have a listen to Willie Nelson’s version of “Over the Rainbow” or Israel Kamakawiwo’ole’s and of course only Bruce’s “Hungry Heart” and see what you think.

I cannot quite explain why both songs speak to me in just the way they do. I have always been a dreamer, always had high ideas for how I’d live my life. I do very much love the ordinary, in which I often find the extraordinary, as well as contentment. But as a creative soul, I’m always looking for love. Look what I’ve made, please love it, and, therefore, love me. Feed me! Feed my hungry heart.

So what is your Life Song? What song has spoken to you for most of your life? What song has resonated deeply for you beyond a particular incident, person, or time in your life? What would you want played to celebrate your life, when that time comes? I’d love to hear.

“And those who were seen dancing were thought to be insane by those who could not hear the music.” ― Friedrich Nietzsche

“If I were not a physicist, I would probably be a musician. I often think in music. I live my daydreams in music. I see my life in terms of music.” ― Albert Einstein

“We are the music makers, and we are the dreamers of dreams.” ― Arthur William Edgar O’Shaughnessy, Poems

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Thanks for listening,
Kay

P.S. MerryThoughts is the name of my first book, out of print at the moment. The word is a British one, referring both to a wishbone and to the ritual of breaking the wishbone with the intention of either having a wish granted or being the one who marries first, thus the “merry thoughts.”

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I and Love and You

I went this past weekend down to the Ozarks Amphitheater with friends to see the Avett Brothers perform. As usual, I had mixed feelings about leaving home, even for just one night. I don’t like to leave Miles, who is more clingy than he ever used to be. It looked like it would be hot (91 degrees). And me with another unending headache. In that heat. Those three points. But I love spending time with this group of women.

Ha Ha Tonka State Park

And what a beautiful experience it was. Just in time, clouds sailed in and the temperature dropped unexpectedly. To everyone’s wonderment, a luscious breeze suddenly filled the whole area. It was perfect. And then the music, filled with love. That word, “love,” sung again and again across a sea of people in the cool breezy evening, could not fail to fill the heart of any person in any state of headache or whatever myriad troubles which of course are present. The first song brought tears to my eyes, thinking of my sons, followed by so many happy, toe-tapping songs that make you want to stand up and jiggle around, even if you’re tired or have a headache, so much joy and love and regard spilling out all over the place. Filled us all up. And looking side to side at my joyful companions, as always, that filled me up more. I am reminded again and again of how lucky I am. I don’t know how or why, but I’ll take it.

View from the castle ruins at Ha Ha Tonka

So shouldn’t we all say the word “love” whenever possible? Tell it to each other, to our dogs, to ourselves? Say it, tell it, be it, revere it, spread it, revel in it, give it, shout it, write it, sing it, share it? Bake it into cakes, drink cups of it, offer platters of it, sprinkle it over our veggies? Sew it onto our clothes, wear it on top of our heads, wrap it around our shoulders, cradle the babies in it, tuck it into our shoes in the hope that it leads us down all the right paths? Yes yes yes.

“We should consider every day lost on which we have not danced at least once.”― Friedrich Wilhelm Nietzsche

“Love can rebuild the world, they say, so everything’s possible when it comes to love.” ― Haruki Murakami, Kafka on the Shore

“One ought, every day at least, to hear a little song, read a good poem, see a fine picture, and, if it were possible, to speak a few reasonable words.” ― Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

If you’re looking for my cards or art, you’ll find all of that on my website. If you enjoy these letters, feel free to forward this one to anyone you think might like it. And if someone forwarded this one to you, you can sign up here to receive the letters right in your Inbox. Finally, you’ll find past letters and poems here.

Thanks for listening,
Kay

P.S. MerryThoughts is the name of my first book, out of print at the moment. The word is a British one, referring both to a wishbone and to the ritual of breaking the wishbone with the intention of either having a wish granted or being the one who marries first, thus the “merry thoughts.”

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Big Ambitions

Having twice recently heard Franz Liszt’s gorgeous “La Campanella,” said by many to be the most difficult piano piece ever written, I decided I would try and learn it. Why not?

All of Liszt’s “grande etudes” are notoriously difficult virtuosic pieces. This one has right hand sixteenth note jumps that span two octaves or more, a fourth and fifth finger trill lasting four measures, and left hand jumps of three octaves. It is fourteen pages of technically demanding gorgeousness. Fun!

Oh sure, Liszt had great big hands with long, slender fingers. He could reach 12″! I can reach 7.5″. Back in the day, he and other pianist/composers reportedly cut their finger webbing, in order to improve their reach. Aiyiyi!! Now that’s crazy.

Liszt was a huge sensation as a performer in his day, like Elvis or the Beatles.

Having twice recently heard Franz Liszt’s gorgeous “La Campanella,” said by many to be the most difficult piano piece ever written, I decided I would try and learn it. Why not?

All of Liszt’s “grande etudes” are notoriously difficult virtuosic pieces. This one has right hand sixteenth note jumps that span two octaves or more, a fourth and fifth finger trill lasting four measures, and left hand jumps of three octaves. It is fourteen pages of technically demanding gorgeousness. Fun!

Oh sure, Liszt had great big hands with long, slender fingers. He could reach 12″! I can reach 7.5″. Back in the day, he and other pianist/composers reportedly cut their finger webbing, in order to improve their reach. Aiyiyi!! Now that’s crazy.

My father, who admired my mother’s piano playing but never took piano lessons himself, wanted to play Scott Joplin’s “Maple Leaf Rag.” He worked at it for years. As I recall, he learned a page or two but not the whole thing. But he plugged away at it. So maybe I’m carrying on from where he left off.

At 71, I am seeing the limits of my time on earth and I want to fill what time I have with everything and anything rewarding and wonderful while I can. Why not? Whyever not?

“Until you value yourself, you won’t value your time. Until you value your time, you will not do anything with it.” ― M. Scott Peck, The Road Less Traveled

“It is the time you have wasted for your rose that makes your rose so important.”― Antoine de Saint-Exupéry, The Little Prince

“A man who dares to waste one hour of time has not discovered the value of life.”― Charles Darwin, The Life & Letters of Charles Darwin

If you’re looking for my cards or art, you’ll find all of that on my website. If you enjoy these letters, feel free to forward this one to anyone you think might like it. And if someone forwarded this one to you, you can sign up here to receive the letters right in your Inbox. Finally, you’ll find past letters and poems here.

Thanks for listening,
Kay

P.S. MerryThoughts is the name of my first book, out of print at the moment. The word is a British one, referring both to a wishbone and to the ritual of breaking the wishbone with the intention of either having a wish granted or being the one who marries first, thus the “merry thoughts.”

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Proof of God

I, a non-religious, “fallen away” Catholic, have felt for many years that Beethoven’s Emperor Concerto is proof that there is a God.

How could a mere human have created it? Beethoven himself claimed his music came to him from God. And when I listen to this unbelievably glorious piece of music, I think, Yes. Of course. There is no other explanation. It is simply sublime. The ascending and descending, the gentle, tender melody suddenly breaking into a grand, passionate torrent of wild booming amazement. It is perfect. Whenever it comes on the radio in my car, I have to sit and listen until the end. No question.

On the afternoon of New Year’s Eve, feeling particularly ebullient as I got into my car, I thought, Ooh, maybe the Emperor Concerto will be playing!–and miraculously, it was, but deep into the third movement. Ach! I turned the volume up, sat in my driveway until the end. (How many times have I done that?) Came into the house and found the video with Leonard Bernstein conducting Krystian Zimerman. Oh my God. Leonard Bernstein unabashedly bouncing around on the podium. Zimerman, eyes closed in ecstasy, in another world. I myself cannot sit still as I listen. I watched it twice through.

Now I’m sharing it with you. Listen and watch. Let it take you. See if you aren’t transported. Forty two minutes and you will feel incredible.

All we need to do to experience awe is open up to it. Towards the end of his life, Beethoven could not even physically hear his own music. But he must have heard it in his soul. Though his ears had failed him, he remained open and, as he said, received the Ninth Symphony, which contains the famous “Ode to Joy.”

We can’t all be Beethoven. But we can find awe in both the grand and the seemingly inconsequential. The sparkle of frost on just about anything, the sun making a surprise breakthrough on a grey morning, a lucky glimpse of a kingfisher sailing over the creek. So many things, there for us to love.

“The Lord and I are on speaking terms, and our bickering most often gets penned onto a piece of parchment.” – Ludwig van Beethoven

“God, Madame, sends me down some of his angels and they whisper sweet melodies in my ear.” – Charles Gounod

“You don’t need faith to believe in God, because there are plenty of signs available of His existence. Mozart wrote a symphony as a child. Heredity cannot account for this. There is only one explanation: the Creator chooses people as His instruments to produce some beauty in a world that is all too ugly. ” – Herbert von Karajan

If you’re looking for my cards or art, you’ll find all of that on my website. If you enjoy these letters, feel free to forward this one to anyone you think might like it. And if someone forwarded this one to you, you can sign up here to receive the letters right in your Inbox. Finally, you’ll find past letters and poems here.

Thanks for listening,
Kay

P.S. MerryThoughts is the name of my first book, out of print at the moment. The word is a British one, referring both to a wishbone and to the ritual of breaking the wishbone with the intention of either having a wish granted or being the one who marries first, thus the “merry thoughts.”

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Fine Tuning

Do we ever (let’s just think about this)

truly understand one another or are we

always just a half step off key however

unknowingly a shade sharp a little flat

missing a beat or two maybe a whole bar

perhaps even changing from

three four to four four and while we’re at it

putting our own fine tuning to dynamics

(maybe a crescendo just there)

altering the tempo to suit the mood

adding an introduction perhaps a coda

writing variations on the theme or

what the heck changing the theme itself

ultimately hearing a tune that is no longer

the other’s but fully our own.

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Little Joke

Eleventh day of the tenth month of the 2012th year–10-11-12.

Clearly a day of order, of one thing following another,

first things first, second things second and so on.

Logical sequence, step by step, one foot in front

of the other–10-11-12.  Ta ta ta ta, four four time,

four beats to a measure, quarter note gets one beat

beat by beat by beat by beat.  Common Time.

All’s well that ends well, all in good time,

a timely entrance, an untimely end

(because 7-8-9).