Last night I went and saw Carmina Burana for the first time, and those of you who are familiar with it can imagine my thrill. It was
magnificent. When I was little I remember judging beauty of music by dancibility. Thank goodness tastes change, and now I can say that I would much rather listen classical music forever than the latest Miley Cyrus hit. There is something about choral music and a full symphony- cliches aside, it tickles and delights my ears more than anything else. The genius it takes to construct it is so intensive. It's complicated, it's long, it's a journey the composer leads you through. There is a definite sense of delayed gratification while you sit for an hour and a half or more. It takes patience, but the beauty is correspondingly deep. It's well worth it.
I can honestly tell you that I've lost touch with pop culture. I don't know who's pregnant, engaged or making a comeback. The Office is even losing its appeal, but I know I'm gaining something that's far more precious: Less of an 'entertain me!' mindset. I now use a little more patience with my entertainment while still learning not to take life too seriously. I want less Brittany, more classical, more sunshine, more cheese, more laughter, more child's play, more baking, more fresh tilled earth, more gratitude for the grace all around me.
But so as not to take me too seriously in my musing, here's a little something from my reading that made me laugh out loud (If you have a good sense of humor and need a laugh, I highly recommend Alice in Wonderland. Alice is clever and practical, not at all like the ditz they have in the movie. But there isn't room to go there now):
"You can draw water out of a water well," said the Hatter; "so I should think you could draw treacle out of a treacle well - eh, stupid?"
