The Horizon
But you’ve gotta make your own kind of musicSing your own special songMake your own kind of musicEven if nobody else sings along.
Once more lyric and melody by The Mama’s and the Pappa’s emanated above us at Starbucks. The voice of Cass Eliot was arresting. We interrupted our conversation to agree how much we liked the song. The song is delivered with heart. No doubt for Eliot the simple and direct lyric, the melody conveys a durable truth. The quest for authenticity though difficult, is a journey worth taking. At times by serendipity we encounter someone with whom in conversation we recognize a shared horizon. The conversation is about food, or perhaps motorsports, or ____________ (fill in your passion). The appreciation exceeding words is felt between us. There’s a bond, the potential for friendship. For a while we keep good company!
What is life?
What other than discovering “the given” in food prepared, presented with care? Have you ever experienced an artwork by which you felt addressed, a compulsion of vibration, something ‘beyond words’ between you and the artist? I’ve felt such more than once!
Life is a journey toward such a horizon of significance, a background of “the given.” Much is interpretation. The horizon though is the given, belongs to everyone of us.
I must note that our oriental lily garden planted some time ago now is on the cusp of erupting in the brilliance of bloom. Each variety of blossom reaches out to others in a grand celebration of elegant form, of radiant color.
