Jake up at 5:45am complaining of a bad dream. Climbed into our bed but still couldn't sleep. He went down to keep hubby company, who was riding the exercise bike. Then hubby got Jake on the treadmill. He walked fast on an incline for 20 minutes. Hubby thinks we should try this with him everyday....
Later Jake practiced his diablo for the talent show and became increasingly upset as he kept dropping his throws. I could see he had tears in his eyes and was gritting his teeth in frustration. After awhile, I suggested he read a little before school. He later came and hugged me a long time before heading out. You're a smart cookie, you know that? But it doesn't really matter how much I believe it, because what matters ultimately is that you believe it. Grabbed my jacket and walked with him. We all have things we need to work on, it never stops your whole life. And sometimes it's really hard, but don't give up...! It takes practice and it takes discipline and most importantly, perseverance! Do not give up, Jake. You can get over this hump, you really can. There are really good things on the other side of this hump! And more humps, too, of course, I shrugged.
Chuckle. Okay, Mom....
Think positively! I called to him after he crossed the street. And just as I turned to start walking home, I caught him turning around to wave.
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I was thinking about you last night. My friend I am responsible for passed away, and I was thinking about art because her father was a painter. She had once wanted to donate some paintings he did to a Los Angeles museum he had painted a hundred years ago of the museum building itself before there were buildings around it. The museum said yes, but she couldn't part with them yet. I was wondering if you compose. I found myself writing prose in my emotional state, and I don't see it as art as I would like it to be. Music is my favorite art form, and I was wondering if you find yourself pouring out in composition the way I find I have to write when I am overwhelmed with emotion. I wish I could see/hear you play. I guess I wonder what role your art plays in your life. Maybe that's too big of a question. I am very glad I get to read your words and know your stories. I guess I wonder if your music also tells your stories. Forgive me, I am not myself today.
ReplyDeleteThat is a big question and I'm going to think about it....
ReplyDeleteAs for composing, I have never composed! I don't have any idea what my music would sound like. I will say, though, that my taste has changed a lot in the past decade. I'm much much less attracted to pretty and more about finding the beauty in the imperfect. That said, I never thought I had anything to say about anything and yet it hasn't exactly stopped me from writing here. And I have certainly found writing therapeutic....
Well, if you're ever out on the east coast, there's always a ticket or two for you!