February 2, 2015
(This is part of a 365 project during my 70th year where I write and
illustrate a blog on each day's gift.)
Wind
chimes are like sprites that dance and sing joyfully in the wind’s invisible
breath—even in the cold howling winds of February like today. No matter how
bleak it is or how unpleasant it might be to be outside with the wind cutting
through even the warmest coat, the sound of these chimes lifts my spirit and
resonates in some deep recesses inside me.
I observe
how an unseen force makes itself seen by how it creates movement. It is
possible for something that is invisible to move through things that are
visible. Love is invisible until it reveals itself through someone’s actions.
On the other side, hate is invisible until it shows itself on someone’s face,
in someone’s words or actions. I wonder what else can be seen through how it
moves in something else.
A sitar,
used in some of the Beatles’ music and introduced to a broad audience by Ravi
Shankar, has 6 or 7 playable strings and 11 -13 sympathetic strings (tarbs)
under the frets. This produces a distinctive sound in the gourd body. I first heard a friend play this instrument
and was fascinated by his explanation of the sympathetic strings. The
instrument carries a haunting sound.
On a
metaphorical level, I am the sympathetic strings. Sometimes I lie in bed and
breathe in the resonance of my wind chimes. This is peace and joy.
My gift today is
resonance.
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