Monday, February 13, 2012

Dough, Ray, Me

I've heard it many times.  A tennis match can hinge on a single point...yes, a single point can change the outcome of  an entire match.  Similarly, an entire life's course can be altered by a single event.  One day, one moment, one instant can sway the path of one's life.  It's that simple and significant all in a matter of minutes.
As I watched my child perform during a school sponsored music event, "An Evening of Jazz", I had a second revelation.  As I watched the various bands perform, I was captivated by the percussionists.  The one's who tap the triangle, or stroke the wooden pipe, or clash the cymbals. Their role in the band can seem trivial, yet they set the tone for the entire piece. Those very hands, that have the touch to tap, stroke or clash, could be the instruments that shape our future musicians. Their persuasion, perhaps developing many years prior.
I picture a young mother overwhelmed with a rambunctious child.  In a moment of tired desperation, she opens her pots and pans cabinet and allows the child to dig out his instrument of choice, hands him a spoon and thus, a musician is born.  At that first instant when spoon meets pot, the love of percussion booms!~
The truth of the matter is, you never know when this moment is happening until after the fact and at times, significantly later.  It can happen as simply as the aforementioned circumstance or it can be the result of a difficult and trying event that guides one toward their destination.  It can occur on the heels of tragedy or it can be an instinct that is developed through experimentation.
A twist of fate always has it's hands kneading the dough that is our lives.  All that remains to be seen is how well it rises.

(click below to hear an evening of Jazz performance)
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