Music is love in search of a word.
Sidney Lanier
Music and fire is all I wanted to write about today, or well, it wasn't so much a choice. These photos wanted to come out and they are not my usual motif. I do love music and it follows me through my day, whether I sing to myself or listen ~ Edith Piaf sang La Vie en Rose to me this afternoon in the bookshop, I sang along to Bruce Springsteen's I'm on Fire (it always gets me, so much longing) and I hummed 'I don't give a damn ~ I'm happy as a clam' all morning shuffling books in the library (Nobody Knows Me at All, The Weepies).
The photo above came out that way and I love it, it's like the jazz is still there in the colours, reverberating in the air. (and you can just tell she's loving it, no?) It's in a French pub somewhere in the south of France where we visit D's mum and husband every year or so.
Don't worry about saving these songs!
And if one of our instruments breaks,
it doesn't matter.
We have fallen into the place
where everything is music.
The strumming and the flute notes
rise into the atmosphere,
and even if the whole world's harp
should burn up, there will still be
hidden instruments playing.
~~~
Stop the words now.
Open the window in the center of your chest,
and let the spirits fly in and out.
Rumi
This photo is from a couple of nights ago when we lit a fire for the autumn equinox and people kept appearing out of the night with guitars, a didgeridoo and drums, singing and chanting and clapping. The rain fell out of the dark, drops would linger on the guitars for a while and the fire would reflect in the wood. I loved seeing the fire live there in that shiny surface and tried to capture it. I sat close, close to one of my sweetest friends and she sang a startling Indian song of celebration into the night.
Brian played his banjo for me on our visit in France... It's such a gift to have someone practice their playing nearby.
Living in this community with so many talented musicians we also get to hear live music often. We've in turn lived upstairs from the guy with the didgeridoo, guitar players and a man with a rare string instrument that made such tender melodies. Every year there is a summer and a winter celebration concert with the students performing ~ singing solo, in choir, band and dancing.
However, for me, music is first and foremost that friend that in the morning gets me grinning, dances a spontaneous happy dance in the kitchen with me, has me wiggling my hips when nobody's looking, puts extra skips in my step just because and lullabies me to sleep at night:
Music washes away from the soul the dust of everyday life.
Berthold Auerbach
ps. the typepad update has finally given me access to colour buttons to use as and when I please. and I do please. :)
pps. thank you thank you thank you for your welcome back ~ i've been so touched. really. you are precious friends to have. xx
ppps. this colour is called purple moon, gotta love that!
i love how you have captured music here, all the swirl and tone and colour that it produces ...
i love that i am surrounded by music in my life :)
Posted by: darlene | Wednesday, 24 September 2008 at 18:37
These photos and the entire "feel" of this post is so calming and beautiful. Thank you for sharing this with us today.xo
Posted by: jen | Wednesday, 24 September 2008 at 19:26
Beeeeeeeauuuuttttiful!That top picture is my favorite.:) I love to go through my day singing too...
xo
Posted by: Celeste | Thursday, 25 September 2008 at 01:51
Gorgeous cello photographs! You are right, it does seem like the music is reverberating out in the air...and enveloping everyone in the room. You must have felt so alive listening to it all.
Posted by: susanna | Thursday, 25 September 2008 at 03:50
Music and fire and poems and you...
there is nothing quite so beautiful as coming here and slipping into you heart and your soul. Time spent with you is a sacred encounter indeed.
I am so happy you are 'home'. xoxoxo
Posted by: joan | Thursday, 25 September 2008 at 13:48
Ah yes. Music is such a wonderful wonderful thing. Recently my little boy has learned how to sing and I can tell you there are few things sweeter or more precious to me in this world than hearing his voice and seeing the joy on his face that singing brings to him. And let's talk about Bruce - I just loooovvve him so much :). Love these pictures and the description of the musical celebrations you have been to.
Posted by: Rebekah | Thursday, 25 September 2008 at 14:42
I love your blog. I cam here from Cup of Jo.Your banner is just darling!
Posted by: Chelsea | Friday, 26 September 2008 at 19:12
That must be wonderful to be surrounded by musicians where you live :-)
Posted by: Angie | Friday, 26 September 2008 at 21:57
thought of you today while playing hide and seek in my mom's garden with K...it felt like a forest...the fairies were everywhere...and K was running after them!
missing you xx
Posted by: linni | Friday, 03 October 2008 at 15:38
Music and fire....you captured that so beautifully with these images and your poetic words. How I've missed coming here and soaking up the beauty.
love
xoxo
Posted by: rhayne | Tuesday, 28 October 2008 at 15:31
What wonderful musical photo's! My husband is a musician. www.johndoan.com
I have joined the dec. views....come see and see my song and music video for Christmas....
Posted by: Deirdra Doan | Thursday, 11 December 2008 at 17:47
beautiful photo
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