I had the privilege tonight of walking into the room at Washington University where I teach on Tuesdays, and hearing a cellist & pianist practicing Camille Saint-Saens' "The Swan" all the way to the end. I recorded it. The students thought I'd arranged for live music!
After class...I passed a male cardinal who looked sick. I got down next to him and just gazed and gazed. We were almost eye to eye. When I finally took off my glove thinking to lift him to safety out of the cold, he flew away. I took it as a sign that some people I know and love are tough old birds. Tougher and hardier and healthier than I was thinking! What a blessing...the whole day was a precious gift. A switch from yesterday. What a blessed relief!
In posting this again on Facebook, Cindy said to me: "Poetry! Phoenix, YOU are a spectacular little bird aren't you? At home among swans and cardinals, always rising up out of the ashes, up up and away!"
Cindy, Elmari, Lisa I am just blown away by what a sweet respite this day has been. Cindy the other day I was watching the movie about Edith Piaf, and did not realize that 'piaf' means sparrow. I love birds. Mythical and otherwise. And I love mending broken wings. Hard work. But rewarding. Gosh, I'm sleepy...
I forgot to add that I asked the guy if I could study piano with him before I realized what I was saying...my hands don't even reach an octave! He proceeded to show some fancy piano chord progressions a la Franz Liszt. Then he was off to Tai Chi. A Tai Chi practicing pianist...that was cool.
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