Wednesday, October 2, 2013

Evening Page ~ Deviating

I cooked dinner, cleaned dishes, and decided that I still needed some deviation time from studying and doing homework. I bought some fresh flowers today, a mix of white alstromeria and orange freesia kissed with yellow. Freesia is one of my favorite scented flowers. I can't even describe how it smells. What does it remind me's like the fairy princess of flowers. It's the sweetest note, the brightest nectar. I walk by the few stems that I put in the handsome water glass that sits on the kitchen counter and each time I walk by, the scent draws me down. I put my nose down and inhale the brightness. Goodness...if I could embed the scent here on this page, how magical would that be? I also have a few stems mixed in with the alstromeria that sit on the kitchen table where I'm typing right now and the scent is embracing me. 

My significant other is watching television while I'm typing here on this blank page and one of the many things I love about him is his sense of humor. I love laughing and he brings me plenty of laughter. I usually don't listen to music with headphones on, but since I'm in the same room with him, I do have my headphones on. Right now Donna Summer's "I will go with you" is playing. A wonderful disco version of the song. So, while I'm sitting here, losing myself in the page, I see and hear a text message come through and it's my significant other telling me to stop checking the web and drinking beer and to do my homework. I let out a good laugh and take a sip of my beer. He's joking, but he's also right. I text him back saying I'm just taking a mini break and will do my homework soon. I don't drink beer as much as I used to, mostly because I sometimes get headaches and today I already got a headache and took one of my migraine pills and the headache didn't escalate and went away. I figured what the hell, I want a beer. I already had a headache. What's the difference now. 

Being away from the page I feel rusty, not loose. That's what happens to me. I get unloose. I need to let that wild child out from time to time, but well, she mostly stays bottled up. I've had my wild days and I'm sure there will be more. I have a couple of short stories that I wanted to post. I wrote them last fall, but I haven't gotten around to it. I figure, I may as well post whatever to my blog, so that I can have some sort of a log and hopefully they won't get lost in space because it's getting more difficult to keep track of everything on my computers and devices and regular paper journals. 

Right now a classical piece started playing and I have to tell you this piece has brought me to tears when I have allowed my body to go with the movements that it evokes in me. It's Camille Saint-Saens, "Introduction and Rondo Capriciosso."  This is one of the most powerful classical pieces for me. There is so much going on and how it begins is somewhat subdued and then it goes into this intense...I don't have the musical vocabulary to describe's like a beautiful woman picking flowers in a most enchanted garden, violins going high and low and then the piano and the rhythm and beat changes and picks up, her pace goes faster and she is looking all around and she knows she is being watched. It's just one of those classical pieces that absolutely speaks to a primal part of me that I simply cannot describe....and it crescendos, rises and falls and continues to climax and then levels out again to a most sensitive and tender moment.


Ryan said...

I love classical music and I don't listen to it nearly as much as I'd like to. When I was a kid, from the age of about 7 until 10, I would fall asleep listening to it every night because I was afraid of the dark. I would close my eyes and imagine I was in a hall somewhere viewing an orchestra, a place where it would be dark for me to lose myself in so as not to have anything to fear. I would leave it on the classical station all night where it often cropped up in my dreams... and then it would switch over to opera in the wee hours and wake me up cuz it was so not right to sleep to... haha.

I haven't thought about that in a long time. Thanks for jogging my memory...

Rebb said...

What a sweet, sweet memory. I loved reading about it. How wonderful that your imagination, along with the music took you someplace safe. I got a chuckle out of the opera--that would startle me right out of my sweet sleep.

Thanks for sharing...