Take the time to read this article. It made me heartsick.
h/t Mary Poppins Not…thank you for reminding me to stop and listen to the violin.
Take the time to read this article. It made me heartsick.
h/t Mary Poppins Not…thank you for reminding me to stop and listen to the violin.
<>The poet Billy Collins once laughingly observed that all babies are born with a knowledge of poetry, because the lub-dub of the mother’s heart is in iambic meter. Then, Collins said, life slowly starts to choke the poetry out of us. It may be true with music, too.<>This part made me cry. I’m off to put on a CD and read some poetry.
It’s always difficult to stop and smell the roses, or hear the violinist, but it is great when we do. It’s stories like this that remind us to take the time to enjoy life.
Funny, but I always thought the set up was unfair. Rush hour? At L’Enfant Plaza smelly and bursting with cross, pushy commuters? What could be more skewed against the average listener? When we walk down the Mall, we regularly stop to listen to the musicians playing, but short of my being there when he was playing Ave Maria, I have a hard time imagining that I would have done more than pause with my brood before yanking someone back from the open rail line and briskly moving on.