sights sounds smells

"Music at its best is the grand archeology into and
transfiguration of
our guttural cry
the great human effort to grasp in time
our deepest passions and yearnings
as prisoners of time.
Profound music leads us
beyond language
to the dark roots of our scream
and the celestial heights of our silence."
                              Cornel West
driving home
Carnegie Hall live
Beethoven's Symphony  #7
with period instruments!
the 'gut' string section
had to tune between the 2nd and third movements
which of course
brought me to tears?!?!

who knows why

I think because of the beauty of the rhythm of the allegretto
and then the natural pause before the third
but instead of progressing directly into scherzo
there is coughing from the audience
and then the unexpected
beautiful sound of the orchestra re-tuning?!?

I so am moved to tears, often

unexpectedly and sweetly

by the big sound of a Beethoven symphony
live from Carnegie Hall
and by the familiar greeting from the puppy
next door
greeting me at the gate with a 'woof woof'
as I get out of the car

and smells
sleeping with the window open at my face
the pre rain breeze blowing in
outside air
so different than inside air
especially this time of year

roasting coffee beans as we walk along the strip
men going to work
men coming from work!
even young men wearing too much axe!
the smell of clean
and even
the release from hard work
      just not those hockey smells!
the soft powdery smell of old women
dinner!
bacon for breakfast
the cappuccino pot bubbling
and all the anticipatory smells of the coming days
turkey and stuffing
pine trees
warm candles
oven fresh baked cookies

and the best smell ever
little ones
the God given smell that makes us want to devour
newborn babies
"to eat them up we love them so"
      Maurice Sendak, Where the Wild Things Are
we snuggle them up
and hold them close
and there they stay forever

and never underestimate the power of dream
even though you don't 'see' or 'smell' in them
they can be just as real
as sipping the macchioto with my daughter
on the strip was

last night my dream
was so sweet
and is with me still...
tears just beneath my eyes

the hon, and the lovely v
come into work
he is carrying bambino
he puts him down
with his straight and curly hair
and he toddle runs
through the rows of lit up trees Christmas
towards me....