May 7th, 2009; 6:10 PM
I am feeling stressed today. I want to get through this time. I need decompression. Events have been challenging. But I am determined to rise and get through this. I think about the opening of Rachmaninoff's Piano Concerto Number 2...It's dark and tumultuous, like a small ship being tossed about in an ever expansive sea, with deep and dark waters below, and heavy rolling waves on the surface. And though the ship may be rolled by the waves, or even taken down to it's watery grave, some small part of it will survive. It will break off from the hull, and float ever so gently and determinedly to the top. Something will defeat the odds and survive. Some small vestige will live on, and stand as evidence, that the ship was once there. That it existed. And it will be beautiful, and free, and hard to destroy.
I am feeling stressed today. I want to get through this time. I need decompression. Events have been challenging. But I am determined to rise and get through this. I think about the opening of Rachmaninoff's Piano Concerto Number 2...It's dark and tumultuous, like a small ship being tossed about in an ever expansive sea, with deep and dark waters below, and heavy rolling waves on the surface. And though the ship may be rolled by the waves, or even taken down to it's watery grave, some small part of it will survive. It will break off from the hull, and float ever so gently and determinedly to the top. Something will defeat the odds and survive. Some small vestige will live on, and stand as evidence, that the ship was once there. That it existed. And it will be beautiful, and free, and hard to destroy.
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