Tuesday, March 29, 2011
Friday, March 25, 2011
Wednesday, March 16, 2011
It does seem that curbing our insatiable desire for power is the only safe solution--and that one doesn't seem to be on the table.
We have been given a wonderful, amazing earth to live in and enjoy. It seems that it is difficult for us to find ways to live that allow us to respect and honor this earth.
I am so extremely fortunate to live in a beautiful part of this country and experience the glories of nature often--driving into town or walking in the area, the Flatirons, pictured above give me joy. Evening sunsets provide joy. My conserving practices are small. I must look for ways to do more to preserve this planet.
Tuesday, March 8, 2011
Saturday, March 5, 2011
Recently I have been blessed to hear live music that has been creative and inspiring. It has included the Met's live HD performance of Gluck's Iphigenie en Tauride in a Boulder theater, a concert by a local chamber music orchestra, and several of the weekly free concerts by Colorado University's College of Music faculty. There have been evenings when I thought I was too tired to drive to CU for a concert. Then I would remember that I would be tranported from my daily activities to another realm, one of beauty in which I could wrap myself.
The talented violinist, the Chinese pianist, the baratone singing Odgen Nash's poetry all took me with them as they used their talents. However, I was most stirred and inspired by faculty composer, Daniel's Kellogg's program. I also recently heard a CD rendering of a composition by Joseph Landers, a Montevallo University (in Alabama) professor, whom I knew as a young boy. These young men create music that's new, sometimes edgy, both vibrant and shimmering.
How blessed we are to have their creativity in our midst.
I learned to tune out screams and cries, even sniffling. I didn't know that in shutting out sounds of pain and grief, that I would lose ability to discriminate close tones and replicate notes of music. That in ignoring sounds that were bad to me, I wouldn't have the acute ability to hear beautiful sounds. This is another rung in the "it takes darkness to perceive light, despair to enjoy hope--all of those truths that are not what we want to believe. As I've been willing to remember the harshest sounds of my childhood, I've recovered some of that fine discrimination, but with age, not all of it.