Today I worked on campus and walked with Seabird, who loved that I now call the plaid tam my "circus tent hat." I didn't wear that today, since the temperature was starting at 30 F when I left home this morning and ending up at almost 70 F; I wore my argyle beret, and once again someone told me how much she loved my hat. I'm almost guaranteed to get a compliment whenever I wear it. When I went for my afternoon walk, there was a crowd on Observatory Hill watching Asian dancers while a guy played a string instrument. I was curious, but it looked like the crowd was an actual class, so I wasn't sure that a casual passerby would be welcome to join.
I forgot to mention that last night in one of the choro pieces, there was an E# several times. My brain couldn't process this, since there is no such thing as an E# so it should just be an F, and instead I kept playing an Eb. Well, oops.
For about a week I've had a snippet of a piece stuck in my brain, and last night I thought, "That's a Bach fugue, I think in G minor." There are two well-known fugues by him in G minor, the "Little" and the "Great," and I was thinking of the Great one. It's actually based on a popular Dutch song of the day, so my earworm was an 18th century Dutch pop song. Today I kept listening to this fugue over and over and over, and it really helped my perspective. When I was in the "between space" after having been killed by a hunter, and I didn't want to be reincarnated as a human because I thought humans were evil, God told me He would give me a deep love of music to realize that humans are also capable of amazing beauty. And indeed this piece makes me realize that, while there are people in this world who would starve an entire island on purpose, a human did create something so moving that listening to it, you can't help but be drawn to the Divine. The most amazing thing is when something I do moves another person, like I have seen people be moved when I sing, and of course there was that guy who tracked me down after reading a poem I'd written. Maybe once we get through these dark days, and long after I'm gone, someone will read a poem of mine and think, "Humans aren't all bad. One created this work of art."
Perhaps I'm lucky in that I'm surrounded by people who care more about beauty than money or power. The faculty in my department are interested in knowledge and literature and languages, and the musicians I hang out with are, of course, interested in music. It shouldn't surprise me that a human would poach a panther that hadn't hurt him when humans will kill other humans that have never done anything to them, but we can rejoice in the fact that most people would not kill others, and in fact so many of them are pursuing beauty and truth. If only they were the ones in charge!
On a lighter note, here is a quality joke:
I'm sure this was photoshopped, since the cars are the same in both photos, but who cares? It's hilarious!
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