A perfect moment
"We do not remember days, we remember moments." -- Cesare Pavese
Today at Olompali I had one of those perfect moments.
I was standing up near the milking barn, eating some of the lovely Mexican food. Phyllis was seated nearby, and there were three men playing beautiful Mariachi music. The lead tenor had a high, clear head tone that was just wonderful. The air was clear, the sun was bright, the old oak trees were dark green and the grass was golden. The Chumash woman next to Phyllis said an Indian prayer. Ms. Haas was wearing a cloak that had actually belonged to Lily Langtry. Other old friends were about whom I had not seen in years, and there were new, young friends to make it a continuity, and timeless.
I realized that it was a perfect moment. That my childhood dreams could never have encompassed or projected such a moment as my being there, playing Mark Twain (for many years), being a member of this fanciful theatrical family, in this perfect and beautiful time and place. It was simply too beautiful to be.
My childhood hopes of super heroes melted, silliness, next to that moment, complete and perfect.
Today at Olompali I had one of those perfect moments.
I was standing up near the milking barn, eating some of the lovely Mexican food. Phyllis was seated nearby, and there were three men playing beautiful Mariachi music. The lead tenor had a high, clear head tone that was just wonderful. The air was clear, the sun was bright, the old oak trees were dark green and the grass was golden. The Chumash woman next to Phyllis said an Indian prayer. Ms. Haas was wearing a cloak that had actually belonged to Lily Langtry. Other old friends were about whom I had not seen in years, and there were new, young friends to make it a continuity, and timeless.
I realized that it was a perfect moment. That my childhood dreams could never have encompassed or projected such a moment as my being there, playing Mark Twain (for many years), being a member of this fanciful theatrical family, in this perfect and beautiful time and place. It was simply too beautiful to be.
My childhood hopes of super heroes melted, silliness, next to that moment, complete and perfect.