Saturday was a perfect day: music, movies, good food, good conversation, solitude & relaxation. In the afternoon, three of us met at our little rehearsal studio: violin, guitar, percussion, two voices. We played music together for 2 1/2 hours. We ran thru songs we usually play with our big band. It was so elemental, essential. Enriching.
This morning, still unsettled, I click on the radio, and the BBC tells me: "Win the day." Sure. Simple. Except, win the day, lose the night. Living in contradiction and complexity. The math of being Human, from simple to complex and back again, day to day, night to night...
Later, in the evening, watched the fabulously funny, beautiful, confounding, and soul-enriching, "The Banshees of Inisherin." Amid the wonrdous, astonishing, mysterious beauty of Nature, human beings enact rituals of absurdity, madness, hilarity, raw, uncontainble, unquenchenable, violence; part Beckett, part Marx Brothers, tragedy and comedy melded so perfectly you have to laugh, even as the tears well up in your eyes. Great art feeds the heart, the head, the soul. And touches us in the deepest depths of our beings.
Then, hit the pillow, and a long night of haunting visions & dreams. Strange phenomena flooded my head. Lost connections. Lies. Failures. Dark scenes of humiliation and disorientation. Familiar people in unfamiliar settings. My own life-events jumbled together in a mysterious, alchemical stew; an off the rails jaunt into a hellish dreamscape. So odd to be gripped in the slipstream of dark thoughts & emotions; deep, unbidden, unwanted dislocation. Do I need to thank Mr. Martin McDonagh? Yes. Indeed, I believe I do. Plus of course, let's give a tip of the cap to decades of my scrambled life, trauma and drama, comedy and tragedy, written in my flesh, my bones, my organs, & my DNA. I come from a long line of dead folks, don't you know?!
