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Thursday, May 24, 2012

Summer Holiday

"Warm summer sun, shine kindly here; 
Warm southern wind, blow softly here; 
Green sod above, lie light, lie light - 
Good night, dear heart, good night, good night."
- Robert Richardson's "Annette" adapted by Mark Twain


BERJAYA
Reflections: Summer in the Garden at Grove End Road
James, Jacques Joseph Tissot, Oil on canvas, 1880


I'm making it official...Smiling Heart is going on a holiday.


Since I arrived home from Montreal (fabulous city, by the way..DO go visit if you get the chance), I've helped my son and daughter-in-law move into their beautiful new place here (did I tell you they were relocating after six years in Las Vegas? I'm a happy, happy mama), had a couple of brief local trips to see friends, and am now awaiting the arrival of The Graceful One, who will be spending nine whole weeks with us this summer...that's more consecutive days with her in the summer months than we've had with her in over ten years! 


Add to that the news that my son and his beautiful family are planning on moving out of our house in a couple of weeks (yikes, it will be tough seeing them go, but I know it's the right thing for them to do...they will have a two minute commute to their gym, and separate bedrooms for the Littles), and you can see what my life will look like for the next couple of months.


I am excited beyond words. To have all of my children in the same city for more than a few days during the holidays makes me feel incredibly lucky. I've been given the precious gift of time with my family, and I want to make the most of it.


It's time to face reality. I mean real life reality. My virtual world, although it's forged some very real friends for me, is about to take a hit.  As there are only so many hours in a day, and I have so many things I want to do this summer, and so many people I want to cater to, I need to spend less time on the grid and and more time on the grill...so to speak. 


My world will be a little bit smaller for a while, but I will continue to read your blogs when I can (even if I don't comment, I'll try to "leave a stone" (♥)so you know I've been there), connect when possible on Facebook, and always hold you in my smiling heart.


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Speaking of "smiling heart," most of you who have been with me since the beginning of this blog know this, but others might not be aware that the name of the blog is a reference to a meditation that I learned a few years ago that has been central to a sort of transformation I experienced at that time. 


The meditation is called Inner Smile, and through this exercise, I've learned to feel more gratitude for the complexities of the human body than ever before. For a biologist like myself, that speaks volumes. I've learned to express appreciation for the entities within us (our vital organs) that work together to provide us with wellness. Alternately, I've learned that we sometimes store some rather toxic emotions inside these organs which can cause "dis-ease" within us. By allowing ourselves to release these toxic emotions, we can actually increase our wellness. 


Here are a few brief suggestions for you while I'm away. Based on the Inner Smile meditation, which is based in Taoist philosophy, I encourage you to: 
  • Visit your heart (symbolized by the "Sun" element)  daily, smile "into" it, and thank it for the work it does to serve you every day.  It has beat for you since before you were born and will continue to do so, unasked, until the day you die. How awesome is that? Be grateful for it! 
  • (Know that we sometimes store harsh judgement in our hearts, and allow yourself to release it and free the space for acceptance. You will feel so much better for it.)
  • Visit your spleen and digestive system (symbolized by the "Earth" element) each day. Smile "into" this system and say thank you for the hard work it does on your behalf. Tasting, swallowing, digesting, absorbing, and eliminating waste  are incredibly complicated tasks!  Be grateful if it works well, and be sympathetic if things go awry. 
  • (Know that we store worry and anxiety in this system, and allow yourself to release it. Releasing any worry you may be holding inside...even for a moment, minutes, a few hours, or an entire day, will clear the way for calm energy to replace the endless, fruitless cycle of worry that only serves to rob you of your energy)
  • Visit your lungs (symbolized by the "Precious Metals" element) each day. We can last for weeks without food and days without water, but only minutes without oxygen. Our lungs deserve our utmost care and appreciation. Smile into them and say "thank you" for the miraculous work they do, which is a series of complex chemical exchanges of gases that we call 'respiration.' Feel the miracle of inhalation and exhalation and be grateful for it. 
  • (Know that our lungs are where we may store grief. Although grief is an essential part of our lives and one that is important to us, we must travel through the process and not become stuck in it. Whether we feel grief at the loss of a loved one, a job, a relationship, our youth, or any other significant loss, grieve for it fully, then allow the grief to leave. Release it, knowing that in doing so, you can fill that space with appreciation and love for that which has been lost to us. 
  • Visit your kidneys (symbolized by the "Water" element) each day. Our kidney represent the Yin to our heart's Yang...the fire/water or Emperor/Empress of our internal system. Our kidneys produce urine, yes, but also do much more. Just as the Yin/Yang symbol illustrates, the kidneys create the balance in our bloodstream. They maintain "homeostasis," a balance of electrolytes, in our bodies. They regulate blood pressure by maintaining salt and water balance, and they regulate the acid-base balance in our bodies. Whew...it's all about balance with the kidneys! Thank the kidneys for the work they do, and feel gratitude for them. 
  • (Know that in our kidneys we can store fear. Not the reasonable fear that comes with a sense of warning at a danger that presents itself to us, but the unreasonable fear that keep us from moving forward, or from doing what we know to be best for us. Reject the fear that has no purpose but to bind us to our present situation regardless of the consequences. Release it, and allow that space it held within you to be replaced by the courage of your convictions.)
  • Finally, pay a visit to your liver (symbolized by the "Wood" [or green, growing things] element) each day. A large and mighty organ (and gland), the liver is responsible for nearly 500 functions, including cleaning and detoxifying our blood, producing blood clotting factors, storing vitamins, and synthesizing many substances in the body.  No man-made device can emulate the liver, and it is absolutely essential for our survival. Smile into it and thank the liver for the myriad of jobs it does for you! 
  • (As you might expect, the liver has the largest capacity for storage of all the internal organs. You can probably predict the most toxic of all our emotions, the one we require the greatest capacity to store, can't you? Yes, we store anger in our liver. Though we always feel justified in our anger, we should know that, ultimately, holding that anger only hurts ourselves.  Please take extra care when you visit your liver to release any anger you may hold there, and to continue to release it until you feel a measure of peace take its place. It may take several days or weeks, even, before you notice a difference, but if you continue to do this exercise, you will eventually feel the beauty of peace and love and connection to all living things that comes from holding no anger within you. That is no small benefit.
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As the old commercial said, "Try it. You'll like it."

This simple meditation can bring your body and mind into a natural balance that you may not have felt for a very long time. The least it will do is remind you that your body is a magnificent piece of human machinery, worthy of your respect. 

Oopsie. There I go again, getting all wordy on you. I apologize for the length of this post, but I'm trying to give you two months' worth of wisdom here. 

Have a wonderful summer, surrounded, I hope, with family and friends. I wish you warm summer nights, soft southern breezes, and many opportunities to lie light upon the green sod. 


The music selection today is "Un Sospiro" by Franz Liszt. Translated, it means "A Sigh," and seems perfect, both for meditation and for sweet summer nights. This is played by the now seventeen year old Jan Lisiecki,who was just 13 when he played this piece at the Minnesota International Piano Competition. An incredible talent, this young man has the courage to play this piece as it should be played...like a breath released beautifully. 
A sigh. Enjoy.

Monday, April 30, 2012

Aller à Montréal

"In a dancer, there is a reverence for such forgotten things as the miracle of the small beautiful bones and their delicate strength."
- Martha Graham


BERJAYA


My suitcase is packed, my passport in hand, and I'm off this morning to Montréal for the National festival of Regional Dance America!


This is a rare treat, this national festival. Each region in RDA gathers together each  spring for four days of classes, workshops, scholarship auditions, and performances. 


I've been to many, many festivals in my years as a volunteer chaperone, organizer, or coordinator. The festivals are among my most unforgettable, incredible memories.  


It is only once every ten years that all the regions in North America come together for a full week of festival activities.


And this year, it's all happening in Montréal! I have the honor of accompanying my dear friend, the founder and artistic director of Alexandra Ballet, Alexandra Zaharias. 


I'll be back in a week's time, completely exhausted, I'm sure. Each day is a marathon of activity, starting early each morning with classes and ending late each night after evening performances...and I'm only observing! I really have no idea how the dancers and teachers and musicians manage. But I'm so glad they do.


I'm giddy with excitement...can you tell? 


What could be better than catching up with ballet friends, observing master classes taught by the most esteemed teachers in the world, seeing the sights in beautiful Montréal, and practicing a bit of my French?


Well, only one thing could improve this week, and that would be the opportunity to see my daughter.


And I will!  


In a stroke of good fortune (okay, the best fortune imaginable), The Graceful One will be attending the festival, too, flying in from Atlanta with her company, The Georgia Ballet, today! Not only will she be attending, she will be staying at the same hotel as I will. Not only will we be able to see each other, but I will have the joy of watching her perform. 


My cup overflows.


Here's just a taste of what the festival is all about.
  
À bientôt!

Wednesday, April 25, 2012

Peony Love 2012

"The flower is the poetry of reproduction. It is an example of the eternal seductiveness of life."
- Jean Giraudoux

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Peonies - Charles Courtney Curran, 1915
Oil on canvas, private collection
I can't believe that it's already time for my annual homage to the sweetest flower on earth, the Peony.

It was mid May last year before the peonies began to burst into their prolific blooms. This year they are nearly a full month ahead of schedule. What a crazy winter/spring this has been. 

Along with their profuse beauty and intoxicating scent, the appearance of peonies always fills me with sweet memories and the feelings of a gentler, bygone era. 

My peony bushes are transplants from my mother/grandmother/great-grandmother's yards, and as such, are replete with images and imprints of their spirits. I imagine my great-grandmother planting the bushes in her yard in Kansas City (I wonder where she obtained them? Maybe they go back in the family farther than I know?). I can see my sweet grandmother, BeBelle's smiling face, as delicate as the ruby glass vase she used for her peony displays. I remember my mother digging in her back yard, dividing her peonies for me to take back to St. Louis for my yard. I love the spirit of the women attached to these blossoms, for they were in every way as beautiful and hardy as the flowers they tended.

As Giraudoux's quote suggests, they are a very seductive flower. I look forward with relish to gathering my first bouquet of peonies each year. As with any seduction, the anticipation is nearly as good as the act itself. 

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I wish you could smell them. They ooze sensuality. 

Peonies look beautiful in any container, from fine bone china tea pots to ironstone crocks and everything in between. With their large, delicately colored blooms and sturdy but graceful stems, it's unnecessary to arrange them. Just drop them into any container and they do the arranging themselves.

Of course, the first bouquet of peonies every spring is a special occasion in my home. Without question, without exception, the first bunch of peonies that come into the house each spring is placed with loving care into BeBelle's ruby glass vase.

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Peonies - April 2012
BeBelle's Ruby Glass Vase
The music selection today always accompanies this tribute to the peony. It is the equally seductive music, "Flower Duet" from Delibes' opera, "Lakme." Written and sung in French, it's already sensual enough, but to read the translation makes it even more so...


FLOWER DUET
Under the thick dome where the white jasmine
With the roses entwined together
On the river bank covered with flowers laughing in the morning
Let us descend together!

Gently floating on its charming risings,
On the river’s current
On the shining waves,
One hand reaches,
Reaches for the bank,
Where the spring sleeps,
And the bird, the bird sings.
Under the thick dome where the white jasmine
Ah! calling us
Together!
Under the thick dome where white jasmine
With the roses entwined together
On the river bank covered with flowers laughing in the morning
Let us descend together!
Gently floating on its charming risings,
On the river’s current
On the shining waves,
One hand reaches,
Reaches for the bank,
Where the spring sleeps,
And the bird, the bird sings.
Under the thick dome where the white jasmine
Ah! calling us

Together!
Evidently, Delibes felt about jasmine the way I feel about peonies. True love. 


This is Anna Netrebko, Elina Garanka, and the Baden-Baden Opera Orchestra.  Enjoy!

Friday, April 20, 2012

The Common Thread

"A thing of beauty is a joy for ever:
Its loveliness increases; it will never
Pass into nothingness; but still will keep
A bower quiet for us, and a sleep…"
- John Keats


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Zoe Malinski ~ Alexandra Ballet





From this...
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Louise Nadeau ~ Alumna, Alexandra Ballet
Former  Principal Dancer, Pacific Northwest Ballet










To this...


Learning to create art with the body is just part of what happens at Alexandra Ballet




I'm nearly always amazed and impressed by all that Life brings our way. This has been a week of reminders at just how essential art is in my life. 

First, there's this contest I've been working on for my friends at Alexandra Ballet called Grow St. Louis. It's been a time consuming (sometimes frustrating) task recruiting voters, but I'm impressed and delighted at my dear friends who have rallied around me for this noble cause. 


The ballet company is currently "stuck" in fifth place in the vote count...very admirable for a small non-profit like ours in a field of 400, but not yet into the top three grant-receiving places.  


Even more vexing is the fact that three of the four non-profits ahead of ours are animal rights organizations. Don't get me wrong. I have nothing against bunnies and kittens, and some of my best friends are dogs. No. Fur real. 


Last year, I rallied the troops around Stray Rescue, which eventually won the big grant of $15,000. I'm very happy for them. They do wonderful things.


I just want my two legged friends to benefit this time around. That's okay, right? 


I'd love it if you would vote for them, too. Just go to the Monsanto Grow St. Louis voting site (you don't have to live here) and find Alexandra Ballet's Free Annual Young People's Performances and vote. (I promise, you won't get any Monsanto emails, solicitations, or propaganda from them in the future.) You can vote every day through Sunday (Apr. 22).  If you want to help a worthy cause, just click HERE .


Secondly, I was recently the lucky winner of two blog drawings! One was for a copy of Elizabeth Wix's book of poetry, New Roof in October. 


It arrived on Tuesday...


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...and it was every bit as beautiful as I expected. Elizabeth has several blogs, each one unique and beautiful in its own right. My favorite of hers is About New York a delightful look at NYC through her camera lens. 


I should have known that one so adept at creating art with photography could create art with words equally well. Her poetry, like her photography, is brave and bold and straightforward. In "Invitation" she says of her home, 
"You see the plants--green, burgeoning
my husband's pets
(I only grow wild things and words)"

and with these few phrases has captured two people and their souls.

Thank you for the work of art that comes from your dancing mind, Elizabeth. I will treasure it.

The very next day, my second blog prize arrived from Debra over at From Skilled Hands and her lovely gallery, Elements. Through her "Mug Shot" contest, I received a mug, handmade in her studio...
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I wondered what it would look like and feel like in my hands.

I'm very particular about my mugs.
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It was more beautiful than I could imagine. The mug is...well, perfect. I can wrap both hands around it and entwine my fingers through the handle. It feels smooth and solid and comfortable. The glaze, in shades of deep greens, is luminous. 

It is most certainly a work of art made with hands that have learned to dance at the potter's wheel. I tried it out on Thursday morning while having coffee with Debra (she in Ohio and me in Missouri)...
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...and I have, without question, found my new favorite mug. If you are as enchanted with it as I am, please click on her blog name and order one for yourself. I give it a rating of ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥.

Art, whether created by hands or feet or words on paper, is a gift we humans make for each other. As Debra says, it's special because it's made with feeling. 

That is the essence of art, then, isn't it?  The common thread that runs throughout all art. 

Feeling.

I think that's what Keats meant when he said a thing of beauty would "never pass into nothingness." The dance will end. The book will yellow with age. The mug will break. But the feeling that comes from the gifts of these artists remains a "bower" for us, a place of comfort and meaning and love. 

A joy forever. 

The music selection is from the French-Swiss cellist, Ophélie Gaillard. She plays Bach's Cello Suite No. 3. With feeling. Enjoy!



Tuesday, April 10, 2012

Sing On, Florence!

"People may say I can't sing, but no one can ever say I didn't sing."
- Florence Foster Jenkins

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The Concert Singer - Thomas Eakins
Oil on canvas, 1890-92


Do you know who Florence Jenkins was? Well, you won't find her name in the annals of operatic divas along with the likes of Callas, Price, or Fleming, but you may find her at the very top of the list of people with fabulous self esteem. 


In fact, Florence had such high self esteem that many people thought her delusional. 


She became famous at the end of the 19th century, performing her favorite arias and other standard operatic repertoire in regular recitals in Philadelphia and New York City. Well, it may be more accurate to say she became "infamous." 


It was quite clear to her audiences that, in fact, Florence could not sing. She lacked pitch, tempo, diction, and stamina. If she hacked her way through songs in English, she slaughtered them in foreign languages. Most of her audiences laughed at her, and even her accompanist made faces, mocking her, behind her back. 


But Florence sang on. A woman of considerable wealth at that time, she created and sustained the Verdi Club in New York City. She commissioned women artists to create sculptures and paintings for it. She promoted the arts.  And in her own way (albeit, apparently unwittingly), she demonstrated by her own ineptitude just how difficult it is to sing beautifully.


The important thing to remember about Florence Foster Jenkins was her passion and love for her avocation. She serves as an inspiration to all of us to continue doing what we love, regardless of other's judgment. 


I've noticed that, like myself, many of my friends are rediscovering pursuits we loved at one time but put aside for one reason or another. For me, I receive great satisfaction from my love of the arts and the beauty of hiking in nature . For others, it's playing the piano, painting, writing, or riding a bike. 


When we embrace that which we love, simply for the sake of loving it, we are connecting with our essence. Our heart of hearts. Our soul's very purpose.


We need not be elite athletes, master musicians, or great artists. We need only to answer that small voice of Love inside our heart that whispers, "Do it."


And what of those who listen to the "voice of reason" inside our heads? Well, Vincent Van Gogh said it best; "If you hear a voice within you say 'you cannot paint,' then by all means paint, and that voice will be silenced."


I encourage you today to do something you love to do, and do it only for yourself. Embrace the activity, no matter how unconventional, silly, or strange others may deem it. Be defiant in it. Let no one's judgment affect your enjoyment. 


And in embracing it, see if you don't feel just a little more loved in the process.


Sing on! Just think twice before recording it. 


 I debated whether to post a lovely aria sung by an accomplished opera soprano, or a rare old recording of Florence Jenkins' actual voice. I decided to post Florence herself, in all her dissonant glory. 
Through it all, through the thin, screech of her voice, the shocking lack of rhythm, and complete absence of phrasing, you can detect her passion for singing. 
That's worth gold.
This is the "Laughing Song" from Strauss' "Die Fledermaus."
I would apologize for the static sound throughout the recording, but in truth, it may be the best part of the whole thing. Enjoy!