This comes from the ever amazing Gail Rieke, and I can’t resist passing it along.
Rich and I are off to the opera (double feature with Bartok’s “Bluebeard” which I expect to find inspiring, if a bit of an anti-Valentine), Cirque de Soleil tomorrow at Santa Ana Casino, and Tuesday is Mardi Gras second lining with the Hillstompers downtown even though it is supposed to be cold. I’m not a big fan of Thanksgiving, Christmas (being Jewish), or New Year’s. These holidays are BIG, they involve family and expectations. But I love these late winter/early spring holidays. Dancing along behind a New Orleans style band always gives a profound feeling. It is as if despite all the suffering in the world, and our own personal ailments and troubles, we’re still celebrating. The same can be said of the circus, which is literally and figuratively death defying. Opera? Well, giving in to its “wall of noise” and its wall of feeling and narrative takes me out of time.
Love, too. In the family I grew up in, Valentine’s Day was mostly for kids. Last week, my gown married daughter and I went to a stamp art workshop to make Day of the Dead valentines–we really amused ourselves. I can use fun right now. I’ve been dealing with a lot of illness and death this year, and it has taken a toll. As I get older, I realize I can’t escape the harshness of life with fun, but that fun can co-exist right along with it.
Tell someone or something you love them–your house, the sky, the cat, your sweetie, a book. To my amazement, I got a Mardi Gras preview on campus on Thursday with a never before seen soul food special–not just the favorite “Big Mama’s Fried Chicken” but black eyed peas and greens.
Let the good times roll.