Sunday, March 31, 2013
THE RESTORATIVE REVERE
We have neglected, abused and plundered her. We have exalted her in prose, poetry and song.
We know her as a source for joyful memories even as her rage has caused sorrow and destruction.
We chart and predict her moods from serene to furious and unrelenting
We are in awe of her colors which range from gloomy grey to sparkling blue.
We feel sure she can be trained and controlled.
She tells us she will not be trained or controlled.
She reminds all of us, the powerful, the ordinary, nation and citizen alike, she rules without dispute.
All this was part of a restorative revere as I sat on her beaches on a recent trip to see the
Atlantic Ocean off the Florida Coast.
Saturday, March 23, 2013
LAST HICCUP FOR THE SEASON?
Missouri like the rest of the country awaits the last hiccup of the season.
Still, wild sparrows come to my terrace looking for food. Apparently the last person who lived here feed them well. Other birds fly and scurry about frequently. Looking for what? A mate? Food? A place to nest?
The clouds above are heavy and sliced every so often by sun rays. It makes me wonder if it is even worth packing for a trip South.
Much as I know Mother Nature is a lovely lady, there were times when she appeared to be down right rude and mean blowing fierce winds at all in her way. But even when she had things the way she wanted them, she still overstayed her visit, refusing to leave.
So dear lady, let this be your last hiccup for the season and bring on Spring!
Still, wild sparrows come to my terrace looking for food. Apparently the last person who lived here feed them well. Other birds fly and scurry about frequently. Looking for what? A mate? Food? A place to nest?
The clouds above are heavy and sliced every so often by sun rays. It makes me wonder if it is even worth packing for a trip South.
Much as I know Mother Nature is a lovely lady, there were times when she appeared to be down right rude and mean blowing fierce winds at all in her way. But even when she had things the way she wanted them, she still overstayed her visit, refusing to leave.
So dear lady, let this be your last hiccup for the season and bring on Spring!
Saturday, March 9, 2013
BEETHOVEN & THE ELUSIVE HEDGEHOG?
I attended a recent performance of the St. Louis Symphony. On the program led by conductor David Robertson was Beethoven's Symphony No. 2 in D major, op.56 a. In the Symphony the instruments talk back and forth to each other in a delightful way.
According to our Program, when Beethoven created the Symphony he was loosing his hearing and was so despondent that he contemplated suicide.
Yet, when I listen to this Symphony, I picture a small hedgehog darting from here, there and everywhere to avoid its pursuers. Just when the pursuit seems to have exhausted itself, the little hedgehog shows itself once again and the pursuit begins again.
On this occasion, sitting a few rows from the Orchestra, listening to the music and watching David Robertson as he gestured and moved, for me Beethoven even in all his despair was depicting the elusive hedgehog that I imagined.
According to our Program, when Beethoven created the Symphony he was loosing his hearing and was so despondent that he contemplated suicide.
Yet, when I listen to this Symphony, I picture a small hedgehog darting from here, there and everywhere to avoid its pursuers. Just when the pursuit seems to have exhausted itself, the little hedgehog shows itself once again and the pursuit begins again.
On this occasion, sitting a few rows from the Orchestra, listening to the music and watching David Robertson as he gestured and moved, for me Beethoven even in all his despair was depicting the elusive hedgehog that I imagined.
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