I don't have much time to chat.
I am playing the piano in a fundraiser concert tonight. It is for the music center where I teach. Where I taught all morning, in fact. I taught, practiced on my break, taught and then practiced some more.
Then I stepped out for a bit of lunch. I plan on going back to warm up shortly. It is a difficult piece, but as usual, now that I am about to perform, I have a giddy sense of excitement. I am eager to share this with the audience. I can hear the entire piece in my head.
My memory, that I have often been concerned about, seems to be strengthening with age. And hard work. I find if I attempt to memorize a piece that I am performing, the music will come through me. As if I am a vessel.
I was quite nervous the past few weeks. My allergies symptoms have been excruciating. And I have been tired to my very bones.
I have discovered something that has helped. Just a few days ago, I tried a smoothie bowl at "Mighty Bowl" in Vancouver. I ordered the "Dragon Bowl" which consisted of frozen dragonfruit purée, pineapple, banana, rice milk, granola, blueberry, kiwi, coconut, bee pollen. https://www.themightybowl.com/
I've had it twice so far this week. And my energy is definitely increasing. I still have allergy symptoms, and my wheezy cough is lingering, but the energy is there. And energy is what I crave!
I think in my quest for better health, I have been concerned about sugar. Therefore I have not eaten much fruit.
I think I need to continue to stay away from processed sugar. But eat more fresh fruit!
I am a human experiment!
I need to take off soon, but not before I share some exciting news!
I have a new project: Poetry!
I stumbled upon a poetry reading at the Fort Vancouver Regional Library last week. I was fascinated. But soon forgot about it.
Then later that week, I was picking up some more books by Carson McCullers (I am inhaling her works!), when I noticed a "Poetry Station" set up in a corner of the library. It is a place where people can read poetry, read about poetry, and write poetry. They even have a small, old school electric typewrite and blank paper if you wish to produce on the spot!
I picked up a book called How a Poem Moves: A Field Guide for Readers of Poetry by Adam Sol. I must admit right now I was apprehensive. I have a fear of poetry. Perhaps it's because my father was a prolific write of poems. We were forever finding little pieces of cardboard, backs of Top Ramen cartons, cereal boxes, etc with his writings. Side note: I have put together my father's "Memory Book" complete with letters, prayers and pictures from my niece and myself. As soon as more letters come in from more family members, I will add them as well. I also asked my mom to find some of my father's choice poems. I thought I'd type them up for him.
I was always intimidated with my father's vasts talents. Intimidated by him in general. But now that he is home bound and not too verbal, I have developed a fond compassion for him. And am actually seeing my childhood through different eyes.
I am not ready to write a poem. What bothers me about poetry is that it doesn't usually make sense. There is no twist and explanation at the end. It often leaves you hanging. I always want to make sense of it. But I am learning that it is not necessary to always try to make sense of a poem.
In fact, Adam Sol says that there are many people, like myself who have a fear of poetry. And apparently he wrote the above book just for us!
I picked up a cute little journal at the thrift store near my house on Wednesday. Wednesday is 1/2 price for seniors. I was happy to discover that I made the cutoff. They consider a senior to be 55 or over. I am a whopping 57!
I have started collected words I like in my journal. Perhaps somewhere down the line they will arrange themselves into poetry.
For now, I am reading about poetry. And reading a few poems. I haven't really discovered any poets I'm too fond of yet, aside from Emily Dickinson and Robert Frost. Is Edgar Allen Poe considered a poet? Shakespeare? I like them too. But these are all from my childhood. I want to broaden my horizons at the whopping age of 57!
On that note, I need to head out and warm up these 57 year-old fingers.
Talk to you tomorrow!
Happy Saturday!
Love,
Zita
AND, before you go, let me toot my own horn! Today is 60 days of my return to daily hooping with a pinch of Qi Gong! I seriously cannot start my day without this practice.
P.S. How about those Blazers?! I stayed up late to watch them beat the Nuggets in QUADRUPLE OVERTIME! I am coasting on only about 5 hours sleep. But it was worth it. RIP CITY!
I am playing the piano in a fundraiser concert tonight. It is for the music center where I teach. Where I taught all morning, in fact. I taught, practiced on my break, taught and then practiced some more.
Then I stepped out for a bit of lunch. I plan on going back to warm up shortly. It is a difficult piece, but as usual, now that I am about to perform, I have a giddy sense of excitement. I am eager to share this with the audience. I can hear the entire piece in my head.
My memory, that I have often been concerned about, seems to be strengthening with age. And hard work. I find if I attempt to memorize a piece that I am performing, the music will come through me. As if I am a vessel.
I was quite nervous the past few weeks. My allergies symptoms have been excruciating. And I have been tired to my very bones.
I have discovered something that has helped. Just a few days ago, I tried a smoothie bowl at "Mighty Bowl" in Vancouver. I ordered the "Dragon Bowl" which consisted of frozen dragonfruit purée, pineapple, banana, rice milk, granola, blueberry, kiwi, coconut, bee pollen. https://www.themightybowl.com/
I've had it twice so far this week. And my energy is definitely increasing. I still have allergy symptoms, and my wheezy cough is lingering, but the energy is there. And energy is what I crave!
I think in my quest for better health, I have been concerned about sugar. Therefore I have not eaten much fruit.
I think I need to continue to stay away from processed sugar. But eat more fresh fruit!
I am a human experiment!
I need to take off soon, but not before I share some exciting news!
I have a new project: Poetry!
I stumbled upon a poetry reading at the Fort Vancouver Regional Library last week. I was fascinated. But soon forgot about it.
Then later that week, I was picking up some more books by Carson McCullers (I am inhaling her works!), when I noticed a "Poetry Station" set up in a corner of the library. It is a place where people can read poetry, read about poetry, and write poetry. They even have a small, old school electric typewrite and blank paper if you wish to produce on the spot!
I picked up a book called How a Poem Moves: A Field Guide for Readers of Poetry by Adam Sol. I must admit right now I was apprehensive. I have a fear of poetry. Perhaps it's because my father was a prolific write of poems. We were forever finding little pieces of cardboard, backs of Top Ramen cartons, cereal boxes, etc with his writings. Side note: I have put together my father's "Memory Book" complete with letters, prayers and pictures from my niece and myself. As soon as more letters come in from more family members, I will add them as well. I also asked my mom to find some of my father's choice poems. I thought I'd type them up for him.
I was always intimidated with my father's vasts talents. Intimidated by him in general. But now that he is home bound and not too verbal, I have developed a fond compassion for him. And am actually seeing my childhood through different eyes.
I am not ready to write a poem. What bothers me about poetry is that it doesn't usually make sense. There is no twist and explanation at the end. It often leaves you hanging. I always want to make sense of it. But I am learning that it is not necessary to always try to make sense of a poem.
In fact, Adam Sol says that there are many people, like myself who have a fear of poetry. And apparently he wrote the above book just for us!
I picked up a cute little journal at the thrift store near my house on Wednesday. Wednesday is 1/2 price for seniors. I was happy to discover that I made the cutoff. They consider a senior to be 55 or over. I am a whopping 57!
I have started collected words I like in my journal. Perhaps somewhere down the line they will arrange themselves into poetry.
For now, I am reading about poetry. And reading a few poems. I haven't really discovered any poets I'm too fond of yet, aside from Emily Dickinson and Robert Frost. Is Edgar Allen Poe considered a poet? Shakespeare? I like them too. But these are all from my childhood. I want to broaden my horizons at the whopping age of 57!
On that note, I need to head out and warm up these 57 year-old fingers.
Talk to you tomorrow!
Happy Saturday!
Love,
Zita
P.S. How about those Blazers?! I stayed up late to watch them beat the Nuggets in QUADRUPLE OVERTIME! I am coasting on only about 5 hours sleep. But it was worth it. RIP CITY!
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