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Just Part of Aging

2/27/2018

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        I don’t know if it’s because of my age or the fire and mudslides, my community and I have lived through and continue to do so, but I noticed lately, I cannot listen to music without weeping. I’m sure it’s a combination of both. The lyrics are so true, (not talking about anything by Kanye or Kendra) mind you. How, I wonder, could I never have heard them before? The timber of the voices, Adele, Sam Smith, John Legend, just to name a few, just the timber alone is so beautiful, it’s enough to make me cry.  And I definitely cannot listen to Tony Bennett in front of anybody, cause there will be a waterfall of tears. They describe heartache, sorrow, happiness, love and all depth of feeling in a way that makes tears well up. I’ve been through what they are talking about, the good, the bad and the ugly. I’ve been lucky enough to have the huge highs and lived long enough to have the horrendous lows. I have had all those feelings and when I hear a particular song, I weep. Not in a bad way but just weep for the memory of the day or the time it takes me back to. Sometimes I cry, because I will never have those days again and sometimes I cry because I’ve had those feelings of longing forever, for what I do not know.

        This is not to say I walk around crying every day. Some days I don’t hear the songs, even though I am listening to them in my ear. I’m thinking other things, my mind is wandering, or I’m planning something in my head. I’m busy in my brain. Buzzing. It’s when my mind is open and I am actually listening that the lyrics grab me.

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        Now, Bruno Mars has a whole other effect on me. He says he just wants to make music that makes people feel happy. Well, he does! I love to feel his music, I don’t care what his lyrics are. I love how it makes me feel, happy, alive, grateful, all those things. I dance around the house, I walk with him in my ears and I feel like prancing. Well, why don’t you just listen to Bruno, you ask????

        That’s a good question. Sometimes, I want to indulge myself in my feelings. Sometimes, I want to remember all of it, and it’s worth the pain.  It’s ok, it’s a flash flood of pain, not a tsunami , and can be erased in a minute by a phone call or hug from a grandchild, or a look at the ocean.

        Maybe it’s just a part of this long road we are on. We feel, hear and see more. I think it’s a lucky side effect of aging!  It beats not feeling any day.

Here is part of a poem I wrote that I think explains what I mean;

“I want to feel the ultimate emotion.
After all is said and done,
isn’t that what we all want?"


6 Comments
Ann Abernethy
2/28/2018 04:32:41 am

Love this, Bev. I've been thinking about you and all of Montectito. Almost too much to think about and bear.I can't imagine...
This is a wonderful piece. Thanks so much for sharing it.
Sending love,
Ann

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Beverlye
2/28/2018 10:10:08 pm

ThanksAnn, I’m glad u r not here. It’s very sad!! In LA right now and don’t want to go home

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kathy eldon
2/28/2018 06:39:34 am

Such a beautiful post- thank you for sharing thoughts that stir and.inspire us all.


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Karin Finell link
2/28/2018 03:44:00 pm

Music, ah yes. After the shock to our psyche with fires and mud-slides. Music releases something normally held back and we let go and cry. Good thing you didn't hear the 25 min. piece of only percussion instruments, composed by the LA Phil's timpanist Pereira, under the baton of Gustavo Dudamel, here with CAMA in the Granada. I cried, actually had to swallow my noises, I was so moved. He composed the :Threshold" piece half a year earlier, and it sounded like rain, then a tempest,and like huge boulders rolling and thundering down the mountain and mowing, destroying everything in their path, then quiet moments of timpanies, and again the rushing wild sound. It was as if he had presaged what would happen to Montecito. I could not stop crying.
But any music affects us more deeply when we feel more deeply about the world, other human suffering and our own situation. It is as if we are suddenly raw, our shield is gone and music, the most direct path to the human heart of all the arts, swooshed down on us and our emotions become bare. And that is a good thing.
Love, Karin

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Beverlye
2/28/2018 10:13:44 pm

You write so beautifully! That last paragraph of yours says it all!!

Beverlye
2/28/2018 10:12:50 pm

Thanks Kathy,
It’s very sad up here!! I try to be in LA as much as possible! Maybe , I’ll stop by one of these times! Of course I’ll call first
LV, Beverlye

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