I'm going to the opera this afternoon, though it is a glorious day and I should be outside. So much for planning ahead. Yesterday, a bunch of friends and I went to a private art collection, and the art and landscape were so well integrated that you could see the outside from inside and from outside the buildings blended harmoniously. Today, I will be in the dark all afternoon. But I can't complain. I'm lucky to see opera and this one got a rave review. I expect to be shocked and awed.
I'm feeling especially grateful this morning. All the kids are well and I've just a had visit from my best friend. My cup is full. I just got off the phone with our son in India, and so I feel back in equilibrium. All present and accounted for. As my mother would have said - count your blessings. She loved Rosemary Clooney singing the song from "White Christmas". She also adored Doris Day singing "Que Sera, Sera". Whatever will be, will be. True enough. Breath deeply into right now, because the future is unknown and possibly surprising.
My mother survived cancer twice, the death of her parents, her first love, a couple of siblings, and others she deeply loved. Then she died and left a bunch of us to miss her and tackle our own scary nights. Once in a while I sing her songs to her, and imagine her listening and saying, "You're no Rosemary or Doris, but thanks for singing the songs for me". Thanks, Mom, for for playing those records endlessly, and even though I plugged my ears, the lyrics lodged into my brain, like messages from you beyond the grave.
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