Stubborn Leaves

The first few weeks of fall are always beautiful, but fleeting.  Not long after the alluring colors of the leaves fill the sky do they become crisp in the dry air, turn to a dull brown, and fall to the ground.  Naked trees cover the landscape, leaving you feeling cold and alone like the trees must feel without the warmth and elegance of the leaves that once enveloped them like a blanket.  As a student teacher my senior year of high school, right outside the first graders’ door was this tremendous tree that seemed infallible to the change.  Green leaves adorn the branches for what seems like eternity until finally, they all turn an impossible shade of goldenrod, creating an image second only to the sun.  This state does not last very long either.  I watch as the children become more restless each day, staring out the window at the tree, waiting for what they know is coming.  All of the leaves fall within forty-eight hours, creating a frenzy at recess only equaled by the first snowfall heavy enough to allow for the building of the first snowman.

Luckily, I happened to be present that day with my camera for photography class.  The children ran outside screaming, barely taking the time to properly zip their jackets, put on their gloves and tie their shoes.  The photographs I took that day made up my favorite roll of film for the entire semester.  Capturing the looks on the children’s faces was unforgettable as I became consumed by my own nostalgia.  And guess what?  Those kids, completely absorbed in play with happiness beaming from their faces, weren’t at Chuck E. Cheese or a theme park, they weren’t playing video games or watching T.V., they were running around outside, connecting with nature, and completely content.

A Boy and a Girl

Poetry has always been a tricky form of writing for me.  On the one hand, I love it and think it’s beautiful, but at the same time I feel like some poetry is solely for the poet, and nobody else can really feel what they were feeling when the text was written.  I’ve always found that I connected with poetry most when I was singing it.  When I sing poetry I feel it; I feel the rhythms of the words and the emotion behind it and become so moved by the text I sometimes find myself in tears because the lyrics, the poetry, is so beautiful you give it everything you have just to do it justice.  When I performed pieces by Eric Whitacre, this feeling was overwhelming.  My senior year, our director introduced to us a piece called “Sleep.”  We fell in love with it, and later found out the music was originally written for Robert Frost’s “Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening.”  Although it was basically illegal, we printed off Frost’s poem during class one day and performed the piece in it’s original glory, and it was absolutely breathtaking, although I do love the lyrics for sleep.  However, nothing would beat my first Eric Whitacre piece, “A Boy and a Girl.”

This piece is about nature giving life, nourishing love, and how we become one with the earth when we pass.  When you only look at the lyrics it seems to be a very short poem, but when performed it’s four and a half minutes of exquisite art.

Stretched out on the grass, 
a boy and a girl.
Savoring their oranges, 
giving their kisses like waves exchanging foam. 

Stretched out on the beach, 
a boy and a girl. 
Savoring their limes, 
giving their kisses like clouds exchanging foam.

Stretched out underground, 
a boy and a girl.
Saying nothing, never kissing, 
giving silence for silence.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rpog3w98Tz0&feature=related

To me, this is where the poetry comes alive. So much is said with the chords, the dissonance, the pauses, and the expansion of phrases to show me what the text can’t. When poetry is combined with music, I get it, and it will stay with me forever.

"Mother" Nature

Unfortunately, nature isn’t always nice.  She doesn’t care if you wanted to go for a run today, or it you really don’t feel like wearing your rain boots, hat, scarf, gloves, sweater, and windbreaker while carrying flip flops, a t-shirt, shorts and bathing suit because you never know what she’s going to do.  I realize I said she when I referred to nature, and here’s my rationale.  Nature can be nurturing.  Nature provides beauty, peace, a home, and nutrition to keep you strong.  Nature created the wonders of the world and her changes are incessant.  Nature gives life, and of course all of these marvelous contributions to humanity can only be reflected in a woman, but so can her wrath.  Nature is self-destructive, and when she wants to, she will take out anything in her path.  In some ways she’s even passive aggressive,  “Oh you think you can just do whatever you want to me and get away with it?” Whamo. Hurricane, tornado, volcano eruption, avalanche, flood, mudslide, you name it.  But she isn’t just nature, she’s Mother Nature, and a mother should be respected.  If Mother Nature is to go on creating life and these wonders, we must take care of her, nurture her, and preserve her if we want to continue living in her beauty.

We take Mother Nature for granted too often, and many of our speakers, literature, and class sessions focus on that very fact.  Simple things like turning off the water while you're brushing your teeth, flipping the light switch when you leave the room, planting flowers or trees, or growing your own garden to add flavor to your cooking are all manageable activities for the common person.  There are so many beautiful places in nature, and we need to find ways to use what she provides for us without damaging her.  It's time for people to take an individual responsibility in caring for our earth.

Everyday Music

Leaves seem to change colors right before my eyes as I walk the trail alongside Arboretum Parkway.  The reds, oranges, yellows and goldenrods are so rich in color and detail; each leaf looks as if it was fashioned at the hand of a masterful artist.  Beauty such as this in nature is mirrored in music, and whether I'm going for a walk in the woods on a trail or I'm on my way to class, life deserves a soundtrack.  For me, nature and music have always gone hand in hand.  When I turn on a song that soothes my soul, I feel it and see it reflected in nature.  All of a sudden I see the rhythm in the trees as the wind blows the branches, decorated by hundreds of individual works of art.  The wind rushes past me on its path through the woods.  At times it strikes so violently the leaves fall like rain to the ground with each drop revealing a distinctive hue.  My feet form to the ground with each step, falling in time with the sound echoing in my ears.  My heart beats with the earth.  I look to the sky and feel the sun kissing my face, sending a surge of heat through my body as nature, music, and my spirit become one.