When I was seven...
Money was tight that year.
My mother asked me what I would like for Christmas. She said she could afford either a few small gifts, or...she could get tickets to the Seattle performance of The Nutcracker.
I chose the ballet.
It remains one of my fondest memories. ever.
Music and dance have a strong place in my soul. I began dancing at the age of three, continued to dance through my high school years, and still occasionally bust a little ballet move now and then...
Music can bring me to tears simply because of the sheer magic of it...the right combination of tune and lyrics...and if you dare to add violin and cello...my my! I may just fall to my knees and weep!
and so, in fond recollection of that perfect Christmas gift, I share with you my favourite piece from The Nutcracker. Orchestra or (if you prefer) Ballet
Prompt #34: What is your favourite Christmas memory?
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Monday, December 20, 2010
Monday, August 9, 2010
Simplify...
Not so easy for a pack rat.
I save everything! old letters and cards. old computers that don't work. childhood memorabilia. I have too much stuff.
I have at least eight different lotions to choose from on my vanity - and five different brands of shampoo and conditioner in the shower.
I will say it again - I have too much stuff.
but efforts to simplify, to weed out the unnecessary; the superfluous, often fail.
I mean, really, they're just things, why shouldn't I just get rid of them?
because...there are memories tied to them.
I can't throw away the box of old letters in the garage - it doesn't matter that I haven't opened it once in five years - there are letters from my father in that box. I couldn't possible bear to part with the box of clothes Mrs. Bayer lovingly stitched with her own hands when I was 7 simply because she adored me. My elephant collection carefully wrapped and packed in boxes for the last seven years because I've had no place to put them.
This "stuff" is tied to my past, and the memories make me smile, laugh out loud, cry. I wouldn't want to let go of that.
besides, when I do get a chance to open those boxes, lifting out treasure after treasure, it's like having the best Christmas ever!
prompt #15 - what do you struggle to simplify? what is the hardest thing to let go?
I save everything! old letters and cards. old computers that don't work. childhood memorabilia. I have too much stuff.
I have at least eight different lotions to choose from on my vanity - and five different brands of shampoo and conditioner in the shower.
I will say it again - I have too much stuff.
but efforts to simplify, to weed out the unnecessary; the superfluous, often fail.
I mean, really, they're just things, why shouldn't I just get rid of them?
because...there are memories tied to them.
I can't throw away the box of old letters in the garage - it doesn't matter that I haven't opened it once in five years - there are letters from my father in that box. I couldn't possible bear to part with the box of clothes Mrs. Bayer lovingly stitched with her own hands when I was 7 simply because she adored me. My elephant collection carefully wrapped and packed in boxes for the last seven years because I've had no place to put them.
This "stuff" is tied to my past, and the memories make me smile, laugh out loud, cry. I wouldn't want to let go of that.
besides, when I do get a chance to open those boxes, lifting out treasure after treasure, it's like having the best Christmas ever!
prompt #15 - what do you struggle to simplify? what is the hardest thing to let go?
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