salience
March 22, 2005
"Your hands girl, what's wrong with 'em?" he asked.
"What? That's just how they are." I answered.
It's true, right or left, I'm not delicate by any means. Definitely not the prettiest thing to look at, and I am almost embarrassed at times. But you must remember, these two, they've been with me through quite a lot. And it isn't until someone points it out that I look down and take stock of the mixing and pouring cement, painting houses in 01923. Cooking, learning instruments, cleaning, being field commander for 200 person performances in a 48,000 arena--obstacle courses, writing 50,000 word fictional works: FTX's, teaching music. Karate sequences and weapons training, it's all a sort of muscle memory...
I moved to cover them up with a much more beautiful Parisian gift, this was my sisters' Confirmation after all, let's be at our best for the bishop. But my brother stopped me.
He said, "Yeah, now that I think about it, your hands are nothing like hers," gesturing to our cousin sitting farther down in the pew.
"Yeah," I agreed, "hers belong to an entirely different person, you realize."
"But," Lorenzo said taking my hands in his twice callused extreme, "don't cover them: there's a grace in your strength, you know?"
"What? That's just how they are." I answered.
It's true, right or left, I'm not delicate by any means. Definitely not the prettiest thing to look at, and I am almost embarrassed at times. But you must remember, these two, they've been with me through quite a lot. And it isn't until someone points it out that I look down and take stock of the mixing and pouring cement, painting houses in 01923. Cooking, learning instruments, cleaning, being field commander for 200 person performances in a 48,000 arena--obstacle courses, writing 50,000 word fictional works: FTX's, teaching music. Karate sequences and weapons training, it's all a sort of muscle memory...
I moved to cover them up with a much more beautiful Parisian gift, this was my sisters' Confirmation after all, let's be at our best for the bishop. But my brother stopped me.
He said, "Yeah, now that I think about it, your hands are nothing like hers," gesturing to our cousin sitting farther down in the pew.
"Yeah," I agreed, "hers belong to an entirely different person, you realize."
"But," Lorenzo said taking my hands in his twice callused extreme, "don't cover them: there's a grace in your strength, you know?"
March 12, 2005
Spring Break flashed as four days "downtown" in New York City, three days of full time work in Waltham, sonic wave rehearsal, and reunions: Shell back from the chorale trip to Rome, Alex from a repeat trip to Paris with his fellow jungle companions. So many thoughts, cities are great places to think and put your thoughts into perspective. There's so much that can't be said about spending times with your girls in a place that is so removed from how you've created your home. New York is huge and colorful, makes Boston seem that much smaller in my mind. I loved every minute of it, even getting sick from all of the sugar at Serendipity. The people, the metro adventures, the jokes and the bus rides, it was great. Not too warm though, although we got lucky that Monday. Check the site for fotografia recap. Catch ya'll next year in Miami, when we have the funds, right?? :)
