Saturday, October 15, 2011
Egg Moon Magic
We went out tonight to hear Lon and Lis. It was so magical that I wish I could have had every one of you there with me. I actually thought that at one point- how I truly do believe that each and every one of you would have enjoyed that music. Lis always sings like an angel but tonight her voice was especially ethereal and somehow, there was more than music going on on that stage. Well, hell. What can be more than music? But it was music as it CAN be, which is not always the case.
Freddy said something yesterday which was that creativity, when it is focused, is the greatest force in the world.
That may not be exactly what he said, but that is what I heard.
And so it was tonight. It was one of those nights where you might experience a healing if one was needed. There may have been healings. I may have received one.
A woman came up to me and said, "I just have to ask- are you the sister of the singer? You resemble each other so much."
I was flattered beyond belief.
"No," I said. "We're not blood-related. But we're heart-sisters."
She nodded and said, "You have the same beaming smile."
That tells you a lot right there.
Another thing I was thinking of tonight when I was listening was how amazingly crafted their songs are. The ones which they have written. Lon and Lis both are songwriters of great capability. I consider myself to be something of a, well, appreciator of the well-written phrase and the songs they have written shine and sparkle like gemstones which have just come out of the tumbler. Quite frankly, I am in awe of the wordsmiths they are and then- THEN- they have put these words to music and THEN they play them and sing them.
Yes. You would have had a good time if you had been there.
Before we went to the Mockingbird where they were playing, we stopped off at Lily and Jason's to leave Zeke for the weekend. I think we are going to share custody of that dog with them which is a beautiful thing. Owen has just recently really become enchanted with the dogs and they with him. When we got there, they had just gotten back from an October Fest thing at Jason's mother's church where Owen had not only ridden a pony THREE TIMES but had seen Elmo too. Lily related this to me on the phone and when I told Mr. Moon about it he asked, "Did he explode?"
When we got to their house, Owen was wearing his cowboy hat and a pair of jeans. He took Zeke's leash in hand and proceeded to walk him around the yard. Mr. Moon went with him and when Zeke actually pooped, it was if a great victory had been achieved. "Did it!" yelled Owen and then trotted Zeke back into the house with him.
I hope that at this moment Owen is asleep on his big-boy bed with Zeke snuggled in beside him.
The thought brings me joy.
It has been such a good weekend already.
I spent some time tonight looking at my husband across the table. He didn't know I was watching him, but I was and my heart filled up with the loving of him. I thought of all we've shared and all we do share and how even just this one weekend has been such a gift. There have been moments which I can't even talk about.
You know what I'm talking about. Those moments which... well.
I wonder how I will will feel tomorrow- which Mary I will wake up to be. I never have any idea, but I am here tonight to say that for this moment in time, I am grateful to be the Mary that I am. Grandmother, wife, mother, friend, gardener, chicken-mama, heart-sister.
The moon lit our way home, not quite round, almost egg-shaped and it was huge and orange and another piece of magic to fit into the whole of these past few days. Right now an owl is hooting like a chimp from the side yard and in my mind's eyes, I see a bird the size of that moon. It is that loud. More magic. He is calling to a mate and I wish I could see the resulting act of this call of love. It would be something to remember for the rest of my life.
I wish you could have been there. I wish you could be here.
Let us all sleep well in our own separate beds, apart and yet somehow connected.
I feel it strongly tonight as the owl hoots and the moon shines down. That connection.
I do. I hope you do as well.
Good-night, y'all. Good night.
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We ARE there. Because of your words and your spirit and your wishes and all of your wonderful, we are with you. Thank you for taking us there.ReplyDelete
I'd love to be able to hear Lis and Lon sing, maybe one day you can get them on your blog, somehow. Thanks for sharing such a joyous day.ReplyDelete
Good boy Zeke for pooping where he was supposed to, and how nice that Owen gets the joy of sleeping with his new best buddy...a dog and a boy, there's nothing like it.ReplyDelete
Thanks for taking us along tonight. It sounds like it was a magical evening. Sleep well, heart-sister...I like that, feels like we really are connected.
Thanks for taking us part way with you.ReplyDelete
I almost feel like I was there. Wishing you more moon magic, Mrs. Moon.ReplyDelete
Whatever Mary you wake up to be will be the Mary that I love......and the Mary that you are.ReplyDelete
(p.s. I made soup today and thought of you)
'which mary I'll be...' Love that.ReplyDelete
I sometimes just stare at my loved one as well. I want to drink her up. She is that beautiful.ReplyDelete
MurrBeth- I am glad you came with me.ReplyDelete
Elisabeth- If you go to youtube and search for Lon and Lis Williamson, you will find them.
liv- Somehow, we are.
Rubye Jack- I felt you.
Denise- And you too. I felt you.
Omgrrrl- That makes me happy!
Beth Coyote- It was the okay Mary. I'm glad.
Jo- I know you would love Lon and Lis. I just know it.
Syd- As it should be and I'm glad it is.
Magic music and moon magic. I think I heard the owls too the other night with the window open, waking up and hearing their soft hoots.ReplyDelete
Ellen- My owls are so loud they'd wake the dead. They sound like chimps on a huge sound system set into the trees.ReplyDelete
I'm glad you had such a great weekend.ReplyDelete
And the Owen and Zeke combo is great. Boys and their dogs go together.