After Forrest died, a few of us got together to buy a piano for St Gregory’s Church in Woodstock, New York. The church hosted excellent concerts and a good instrument would make those concerts even better. We wanted to offer something lasting and meaningful in Forrest’s memory. I could play it every now and then, too, which was comforting. Coming up with words of dedication for a small brass plaque above Middle C was hard. What was it that I wanted to say?
Thanks for posting this. Book sounds wonderful. Remember this time in your life…my cowardice…dreading what I would say to you that made sense. Always in my head and heart.
One of my favorite books!! That and his other masterpiece of imagination Einstein's Dreams. Did you find Mr g by reading Richard Powers' Bewilderment? I did and thought my grandson would like it but so far it's not Harry Potter....next time I'm at St Gregory I will look at the piano and remember that time.
If you try to put words to your * lack* (HAH) and Mr g's creativity!!!!!.....well I can only join you and start *dissing*...I have had two art projects languishing. I never write for fun. I love some people and never tell them. I get stymied when considering inviting people to share my life -- get-togethers, etc. I've let plants die from lack of care, I don't even pretty up my home much cause I'm too unmotivated. All my life, I've struggled with anxiety and depression. This opened up my thinking and I will resolve to check off one or two of these short-comings....and announce it somehow. Your amazing creativity must need a rest or something. You do so much more than many, and yet you feel ennui....Wow. Hugs. Here's to creativity of some kind every day. Stay in that happy place, and create, huh???!!!!
This is wonderful, Bar, thank you. I needed to laugh a bit. And bless you for taking that nap and telling us about it. I’m also sunk in ‘a torpor of potentiality’. Cold, even here. Some days I stay in my PJs and robe and stare at my bed until I have no choice but to scramble in under my duvet. But the world spins on its axis as always and soon the season will change. Light will come in the open windows and doors and the energy to work, to create something beautiful, or to at least try, will return. And all the thoughts born while we napped will rise to to the surface, demand our attention, and we’ll start singing.
I always wait to read what you’ve written until after I’ve done my writing for the week because I’m always excited to see how aligned our thoughts are! Wow - quite a lot this week. I can’t wait to read the book - sounds right up my alley. Grateful for you 💗
I find myself paralyzed with indecision. My sadness IN the indecision makes things worse- and the spiral starts. Then, after a while, I pull myself up and create something. Some bit of joy.
However, these icey doldrums have me in their grip. The post of your crocus gave me hope. The spring is coming-and I am growing old.
Your piano and tribute to Forrest also gives me hope. What beauty you share. Even in your pain, you share beauty and hope and creativity and love.
It’s ok to be uninspired and to not create for a while. The echoes of your earlier creations are with you and with us. Those echoes reverberate and push and pull on other creators who experience it as inspiration for their own unique creations.
Thanks for posting this. Book sounds wonderful. Remember this time in your life…my cowardice…dreading what I would say to you that made sense. Always in my head and heart.
One of my favorite books!! That and his other masterpiece of imagination Einstein's Dreams. Did you find Mr g by reading Richard Powers' Bewilderment? I did and thought my grandson would like it but so far it's not Harry Potter....next time I'm at St Gregory I will look at the piano and remember that time.
My dear Bar,
If you try to put words to your * lack* (HAH) and Mr g's creativity!!!!!.....well I can only join you and start *dissing*...I have had two art projects languishing. I never write for fun. I love some people and never tell them. I get stymied when considering inviting people to share my life -- get-togethers, etc. I've let plants die from lack of care, I don't even pretty up my home much cause I'm too unmotivated. All my life, I've struggled with anxiety and depression. This opened up my thinking and I will resolve to check off one or two of these short-comings....and announce it somehow. Your amazing creativity must need a rest or something. You do so much more than many, and yet you feel ennui....Wow. Hugs. Here's to creativity of some kind every day. Stay in that happy place, and create, huh???!!!!
This is wonderful, Bar, thank you. I needed to laugh a bit. And bless you for taking that nap and telling us about it. I’m also sunk in ‘a torpor of potentiality’. Cold, even here. Some days I stay in my PJs and robe and stare at my bed until I have no choice but to scramble in under my duvet. But the world spins on its axis as always and soon the season will change. Light will come in the open windows and doors and the energy to work, to create something beautiful, or to at least try, will return. And all the thoughts born while we napped will rise to to the surface, demand our attention, and we’ll start singing.
I always wait to read what you’ve written until after I’ve done my writing for the week because I’m always excited to see how aligned our thoughts are! Wow - quite a lot this week. I can’t wait to read the book - sounds right up my alley. Grateful for you 💗
“Unlimited possibilities bring unlimited indecision…”
I find myself paralyzed with indecision. My sadness IN the indecision makes things worse- and the spiral starts. Then, after a while, I pull myself up and create something. Some bit of joy.
However, these icey doldrums have me in their grip. The post of your crocus gave me hope. The spring is coming-and I am growing old.
Your piano and tribute to Forrest also gives me hope. What beauty you share. Even in your pain, you share beauty and hope and creativity and love.
I think I shall read this book!
Sending love and hope and joy.
Candy
Hey Bar❤️
It’s ok to be uninspired and to not create for a while. The echoes of your earlier creations are with you and with us. Those echoes reverberate and push and pull on other creators who experience it as inspiration for their own unique creations.
I’m ordering that book right now.
Perfect timing for me to read this. Oh those pesky, paralyzing "unlimited possibilities". Thank you, as always!