Music to Poetry

At my master's class last weekend, the professor had us all close our eyes and listen to a piece of music. Our task was to visualize the music. She chose a classical piece by Yo-Yo Ma, the cellist. It was a peaceful and relaxing experience. Then we opened our eyes and wrote in verse form about what we had seen in our imaginations. Afterward we shared our poems with each other. There was quite a wide variety of images. Everything from an actual concert in an auditorium to dwarfs, trolls and elves marching through the Mines of Moria. This is my effort in that exercise.

When the Cello Begins

When the cello begins to sing
The swallows fly into the air
Dancing swiftly out of sight.

When the cello begins to sing,
The sycamore leaves sweetly sway
Waving merrily to the swallows.

When the cello begins to sing,
The sunflowers nod their shining heads
To the swaying sycamore trees
Waving to the swallows.

When the cello begins to sing,
The graceful deer leap up the hill
Past the nodding sunflowers
And the swaying sycamore trees
Waving to the swallows.

When the cello begins to end,
The sun sinks in the west
As the graceful deer disappear over the hill
The sunflowers cease to nod to
The now still sycamores
Waving good-bye to the swallows.

This was a wonderful exercise in listening and imagining. As a culture we spend very little time listening to our inner selves and connecting with the world around us. This exercise is a good one to try on your own, or with your family.

Relax and enjoy!

Marvelous Weekend

I have had a wonderful weekend! We were able to watch General Conference here at home. The speakers were great and the music was gorgeous. I enjoyed the alone time I had while all the guys in the house went to Priesthood meeting.
During the break on Saturday, Oliver and I cut back the peonies and divided some of them. I am going to try and spread them around the yard a little more. They grow well where we have them, but I am sure they will like other areas of the yard.
On Sunday we had the sweet spiritual experience of taking Oliver to the stake patriarch for his patriarchal blessing. It reaffirmed my testimony that the Lord knows each of us individually and cares about the little things we worry about.
After we came home, I noticed both Kent and Oliver were in black suits, so I had them pose for a picture or two.Here are my Men in Black!