Thursday, December 21, 2017

Happy Solstice from the Bleak Midwinter

Yes, of course I remembered you today... and would you expect anything less?

There were years in my past on which this felt like a sacred day, and I was inspired to write beautiful things to you here. I posted gorgeous photos and ruminated on sacred Celtic sites like Newgrange. With this sacred monkey on my back, I felt obliged to at least check in and offer something this morning... and yet, I don't feel the least bit spiritual. I thought, "Let me go play some long tones on my flute, and that will clear my head and bring me to a transcendent place."

Then, as I prepared to make coffee (first, always first), I remembered that my 5th grade band has a concert in January and all we've really worked on all year is long tones and Frere Jacques, and a little bit of a pop tune that I'll surely get crucified for teaching. And rehearsal is at 7:45 this morning.

So. What did I do? I wrote harmonies for Ode to Joy, and printed out scores for clarinet and saxophone. And no long tones. Another check on the to-do list. Hooray for me. But no spirituality, not today, not yet. Just a little harmony, but only the auditory kind.

Somehow in the bustle of doing what we have to do for our lives, surely there is time to also do what we should do for our souls.  It's advent, too, after all. Fine.

I'm waiting.

That's probably what Solstice is. Light in darkness, our annual last call, the third chance to get it right before the year ends, since we screwed up our New Year's Resolutions and then got too distracted by chocolate bunnies to be reborn again at Easter.

It is seldom that we can change circumstances. But I've heard tell that it's possible to change how we feel about them. Perhaps Winter Solstice is the day we try to do that.

Shall we?

Saturday, January 14, 2017

The Twenty-Year Itch

Ten days ago, I shared with you an article about how we must sometimes neglect the here and now in order to tend to our more heady goals, the things we need to pursue in order to really be the people we think we are—our "future selves," as the article called it.

Well, here at Casa del Soul, Future Self had an important gig on January 14, performing at the Boston Celtic Music Fest. (Oh look, tonight!) So, she ignored writing for a while and instead focused on learning the tunes she had to learn on saxophone. As you can imagine, Future Self is determined to become the best musician she can be. Furthermore, since November, her friends Saxophone and Flute have declared that they wish to be poised and ready to answer the call should they ever be asked to play a birthday party, peaceful protest, or taco fiesta.

Future Self first appeared to Present Self in a yoga rapture in 1997 or so, and pronounced her trinity: music, writing, health. It seemed like a good idea to Present Self's twenty-something brain, and they were married that very day. On New Year's Day twenty years later, Present Self had a sit down with Future Self to renew their vows. The intervening 20 years have given P. S. many occasions to rethink. Present Self has begun to recognize that she really only has time to do one of the above, not all of the above at the same time, especially when she has people to love to love in her life.

She's not giving up, but sometimes Present Self thinks about breaking up with Future Self.

Future Self is very demanding.

Wednesday, January 4, 2017

To Hell with "Be Here Now." Be Your Future Self.

If you happen to have big goals but don't feel you have the time to meet them right now, there are a couple recent articles that are worth checking out. These articles, together, dash the old "Be Here Now" motto to pieces, and with deep apologies to my dearest dearest hippie loves, I think I'm going with this for a while:

...You need to spend time on the future even when there are more important things to do in the present and even when there is no immediately apparent return to your efforts. In other words — and this is the hard part — if you want to be productive, you need to spend time doing things that feel ridiculously unproductive. Read more here. 

The second article that is worth reading is from the New York Times, which recently reported on a study that examined the brains of "superagers"—people who have remained active and engaged into old age. They asked the question: Which activities, if any, will increase your chances of remaining mentally sharp into old age? And their best answer: Work hard at something. 

The researchers point out a distinct challenge: hard work makes you feel bad in the moment, and as many people age, they achieve "happiness" by choosing not to engage in challenging or difficult activities. In short, they step back, check out. But, according to the research, superagers "excel at pushing past the temporary unpleasantness of intense effort." (Read more here.)

So the lesson: Keep trying. Don't give up. The quality of your life depends on it.

Monday, January 2, 2017

How Life Intervenes

New Year's Morning started out just the way I liked. A cup of coffee, a bit of writing, 45 minutes of practicing and learning a few new flute tunes. The flute was behaving perfectly, for once, so I kept playing for a while, and worked on tunes I hadn't played in years. Eventually I wandered upstairs out of the practice room pondering my simple resolutions, the goodness of having a quiet morning, and anticipating the potluck planned for later that day with musician friends from way down Cape. In the kitchen, I whistled softly inside as I poured ingredients for an Irish soda bread into a big stainless steel bowl. The house was silent, except for the whoosh of occasional passing cars outside.

Peacefully bouyant, I texted my friend, "Fresh start!"

She texted back, "Hey! I hear you're playing at church today!"

As in, scheduled to play the New Year's Day offertory and anthem in like 15 minutes. And the entire family asleep upstairs. And me in my pajamas. And the dry ingredients unstirred before me and flour all over the counter. New Year's reverie broken. The instant clamping of the solar plexus. The warm expansive energy pulling out of all of my extremities and compressing into a thin firey column that shot straight from my chest out of the top of my head. 

And that's when I was reminded: This year will likely be a lot like all the other years. And that's ok.

Sunday, January 1, 2017

Happy New Year from Casa del Soul

My, my, it takes a ton of time and energy to decorate for Christmas, to overshop (I think I have a... um... problem), and send out 100 holiday cards. And make a CD. And work. And clean. Well, actually, not clean. Very demanding. (I'd tell you more about that last bit, but a friend says I write too much about cleaning. Note: The last time she had a two year old was about 30 years ago.)

So now it's New Year's Day at 7:25 am, and in honor of the "you must keep trying even when you fail" thing, I return to you as your little writer friend who has not managed to write every day for 10 minutes like she said she would... but today I'm all bright eyed, bushy tailed, and (GASP!!!) not hungover.

We had a wonderful, peaceful family New Year's Eve—the first time ever it was "just us," Soul Fry reminded me. We did have one invite (Lord, they get less and less numerous every year) but we decided to stay home and be our little family of four. There had been some foiled plans earlier in the week; on Christmas morning, Soul Fry and her bestie had made some chatty plans to spend New Year's Eve together with a sleepover. Two days later, we learned that this friend got a different offer or had forgotten the plan. And, or; not sure. At any rate, my heart broke for our girl.*

The ball drop at Casa del Soul. 
We set plans in motion for a New Year's Eve at home. Soul Fry's party animal nature went into high gear. She quickly sketched out a design for our own ball drop, and she and Dad disappeared into the basement for a little light carpentry. Then the glue gun came out and many glass beads were glued. Then, she said she'd make us dinner, all by herself. Which she did. Which was absolutely delicious. And we pulled out our "Just Dance 2017" Wii game and did the Whip and the Nay-Nay. And we watched Dick Clark and made fun of everyone and complained loudly about the lack of clothing and the excessive gyration in the female dancers who were dancing behind the male singers. We wondered where the female lead talent was. Oh wait! There she is! Mariah Carey. Um... never mind. And we got balloons and let them off at midnight. Our resolutions went up with those balloons, written on scraps of colored paper.

The prevailing theme was:  Spend more time as a family. I think we're off to a great start.

*Important note: A few days later, Soul Fry got invited to the same gathering and sleepover, but by that time, plans were in place for a family night, and she chose us. Hooray! We won!