Last night a video of Bach’s Ave Maria appeared as a suggestion on YouTube. I clicked on it. I am glad I did. I got goosebumps listening to the crystal clear voice of the soprano. And then I clicked on Schubert’s Ave Maria and I had to close my eyes in pleasure. Ana Vidovic’s guitar rendition of Asturias was next. And I was transported to the days of my relative youth. The rest of the night was spent listening to other arias and castanets and classical pianos and guitars and ballet and flamenco.
I was lost in the music. Like it touched my whole being. It made me so mellow and look at O with so much love – I don’t know what brought that on.
Anyway it hit me tonight that that was the real me. I don’t really look for classical music but when it is there in front of me, the immersion is total. The reaction is deep, all the way to my core. And all of a sudden with a clarity I knew where my direction was, what my goals were, where my north star is. It unsettled me a bit how I had wandered a bit aways from this direction. No harm done. I was off course by only a meter, I think. I hope.
Last night was good timing to review the path I was on. Music guides me and leads me.
Omnia Mea Mecum Porto 