Music & Peri-Menopause
It is really hot in this little burrow where I dwell. It could also be menopause. For the first time I am okay with the idea of menopause. I don’t expect to remain appetizing in appearance forever – I have had my lily white ass chased quite enough to last my lifetime. It does not have to continue forever. After all, I am just an ordinary person living amongst mostly ordinary other people. It is a bit too warm to sleep.
I was brave last night and actually went out. My friend Nancy who has been my godsend in America told me about this concert at the Belcourt Theatre. Please note that I am so unbelievably broke that the $20 ticket took the entire week’s grocery and survival money. I am glad I went. I heard the most phenomenal music you have ever heard. The fellow’s name is Tommy Emmanuel. When an artist of any ilk actually becomes the non-occluding conduit – for undiluted expression it is that rare thing that only comes along once or twice in a century. This man is such a musician. He interprets what he sees, feels, thinks into guitar sounds. In becoming the conduit he thus creates. It was incredible. I have no doubt that he is the world’s best guitarist. It was an honor to have experienced all that for only $20.
Other events transpired last night but I am unable to speak of them because I have been left with a rupture in the fabric of my inner isolation. The question is, will it re-seal or completely rip and allow my full participation? I am teetering on the edge of allowing this to change my course (what course?) in an unexpected direction.
I met an extraordinary group of women at this event and their music and essences were like the perfumes of Zanzibar.
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