2012: Rediscovery

My husband’s grandmother now lives in a nursing home. She is on oxygen a lot of the time. Her food is ground like a baby’s. She goes to bed before 8pm. She depends on others. “Grammy” is a lot of things. She is not (and never was) perfect. It is most apparent Grammy is elderly. It has become difficult to see her as anything else.

It is extremely easy to forget who Grammy was even ten years ago, let alone conceive the fact she was once my age. It is difficult to remember she is also magical. She is still the same woman who communicated her soul through music---and she taught many people how to do this with music, for themselves! All the noisy stuff on my piano is evidence of this. She gave us the piano, and on it sits her metronome, her music box and her rain chimes.

While listening to the music box today, I was moved to tears.
Cody walked in on me listening. I explained, “Beethoven is just so beautiful! I’ve never---”
He interrupted and said, “Beethoven has been shoved down your throat---”
I finished his thought with, “---to the point it was no longer Beethoven!”

What happens when we become so “enlightened” that music becomes cliché, art becomes a blur, God is just God, souls are classified by body, etc.? What then? Death is obvious, but it is not the only option. It is also the perfect setup for rebirth.

In 2012 I plan to look a little closer at the familiar, the obvious---and hope for discovery.
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