I survived!
Yesterday I woke up at 4:00 a.m., did my Qi Gong and hooping workout. Then I dressed in red an black, and ordered a Lyft ride to Delta Park Transit Center.
Yesterday was Pentecost. Traditionally in the Lutheran church and many Protestant churches, members of the congregation wear red. Pentecost is the day that the Holy Spirit descended upon the apostles. They were all speaking in different languages, but could understand each other. It is considered the birthday of the Christian Church.
My Lyft driver arrived at 5:05 a.m. A lovely man from Florida in a big, bright red Ford 250 king cab truck. I wasn't aware of the irony until I got on the Max. He was driving a RED truck on Pentecost! We had a wonderful conversation, starting with the weather and ending up talking about the mighty power of God and the wonders of creation and the universe!
It was a wonderful start to my day. And it was a glorious day indeed. Sunny, but not too hot. A gentle breeze. White, puffy clouds floating in a brilliant blue sky.
How can one not feel the power of God on a day like that?
I saw on the reader board the the Max was 5 minutes away. So I walked over to the guard rail and did some ballet stretches.
On the Max, I did some reading and checked my email. I arrived at my next stop as my transfer bus was pulling up! I love when my commute is so easy. I feel a bit like Mr. Magoo, just blindly walking from one place to another.
I had a light breakfast and a cup of steamy hot black coffee, and then headed over to the little brick Lutheran church where was the guest pianist/ organist. Since I was early, it was just the pastor and I. Who I adore. We chatted a bit. Then I went upstairs to practice the organ before the praise team arrived to rehearse.
The service was lovely. I actually wiped away several tears. The pastor had one of the members toss bright red balloons down from the organ loft. Little children caught them and tossed them and ran about for the rest of the service. She encouraged everyone to keep the balloons afloat. They signified the "Holy Spirit", she told us.
I was so moved thinking that we were celebrating a time in history at the beginning of the Church. A time of wonder and awe. And I felt it deeply!
After church I headed out to meet my son for lunch. We had a lovely, short visit. He confided in me some challenges in his life. I told him I am praying a Novena for him. He looked puzzled. So I explained that a Novena is 9 days of intense prayers. A very ancient Christian practice. The word "Novena" comes from a Latin word that literally means "9".
He gave me hug and thanked me. I didn't have time to spend with him because yesterday was also my end of the year piano recital for my students. I had 28 kids playing.
I stopped at the Dollar Tree and picked up colored plates, napkins and tablecloths. The parents of my students have been trained to bring many treats for the reception following the recital. In fact, I think some of my students look forward to the treats even more than the recital!
As usual, as I sat with my students on stage, I was overcome with a feeling of deep awe. That I was responsible for teaching all of these remarkable young people. I just sat there, feeling their musical expression in my soul. And tears of pride welled up.
After the recital, I spent time congratulating my students, chatting with parents and posing for pictures.
After they left, my friend in the office told me there was another recital that evening, but they weren't due for another hour if I would like to practice on the Steinway. Would I!?
This was the perfect ending of a deeply gratifying day. I practiced the music for my last concert of the year coming up. I am accompanying the choir I have been with for over 20 years.
It was so freeing to play on this beloved instrument, in the auditorium where I have spent so much time over the past 20 years. My children were quite young when I started working there. And now I have a granddaughter, and a grandson on the way!
I have taught many members of my own family. And so many children in Portland. When I feel the blues come over me, and feel like I don't matter or that I am invisible, I need to remember this.
I do matter. And my love of music will live on through many, many people. Who hopefully will then pass it down to others.
I have created a legacy!
But it began long before me. My grandfather played the oboe. He was the leader of a band in the US Army in World War II. My father played the trumpet in the Air Force Band. He later taught me to play the piano when I was only 3.
And I have been exposing my granddaughter to music since she was 1 day old. And I hope to teach my grandson. I will also be teaching my great niece this summer.
Yes, I do matter!
It is o.k. if sometimes I do not feel very important. Because I think humility is a tender gift from God. You wouldn't want to know me if I was all puffed up! My humility gives me a strong work ethic, and a curious mind that is always learning.
Ok. I am tooting my own horn now. And blushing. So I need to head out.
But I must mention that I needed to unwind last night. So I thought I would rent a light movie to relax to. Kevin Hart always makes me laugh. So I grabbed "The Upside" from a nearby Red Box.
It was based on a true story. And it had moments of humor. But more than that, it showed what a brilliant actor Kevin Hart is. It was not slap stick. It was beautiful and had moments of deep profundity!
I highly recommend it! And the irony of the title of the movie just struck me! I do struggle with depression frequently, but there is always an upside that pulls me to the surface.
And I must bid you farewell.
I hope to report back tomorrow. More rested and happy!
Happy Monday!
Love,
Zita
P.S. Here is yesterday's hooping video. Day 82! Notice my piano scarf from a dear friend of mine I've known since kindergarten!
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