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"I tried once to open too many doors at a time, it was unproductive and confusing.
I just learned the last lesson, Dad. I'm supposed to open just one at a time, and only when I reach them along the path, this 'hike' we are taking. That's when the key fits, and opens the lock perfectly, every time. Thank you, Dad. I love you, and miss you. I am blessed with an amazing husband now, he holds my hand as we walk along paths too. We are climbing a little steeper now, with more effort, and thinner air. But I'm not worried. I am looking up. I am living in the moment, being now. Because when we get to the next door, along our path, I know, Dad, . . . that key is going to fit, perfectly!"

excerpt from Pony, 6/6/2013 post
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Bartoli in the rain

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The haunting voice of Cecilia Bartoli & her rendition of Gelido Ogni Vena ~ Vivaldi, followed me through the gardens at Edison State College, after my last final, to take pictures in the rain.

If I had first heard this song while in a PET scan, a portion of my brain that has never lighted up before, would be aglow. Still, the emotions she projects seemed familiar. I could not quite place my finger on where they fit in with my life.

Upon arriving home, and researching . . . Vivaldi's score is a mother's lament of a lost child. Though my daughter is alive and well, we are estranged. It is this sever, my corpus callosum, Bartoli sings to, the neurons trying to fire across the spanse, while I took pictures in the rain.

I miss you, Deirdre~

Gelido Ogni Vena - Vivaldi by Cecilia Bartoli


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