Your right place, fade out

What is it?  That place you call your “right place”?  I question mine daily.  I’m often reminded that I may or may not find it, and the search is the mission.  I’m okay with that…for now.

I don’t feel a need to wait anymore to share Owen’s playlists with you.  You.  Who are you?  The greater global audience?  I can’t know who you are, though I am enlightened when you comment here and elsewhere, which makes you a part of our community…and, I can’t know whether you give credence to who we are, until you respond.  I care that you listen, and think.  Only that.

Waiting is a lonely time that can last for years.  We’ve been lonely too long now, and this time (6 months) is short in terms of history.  It’s time to share the music Owen loved, from a place he lived and laughed.  He loved the drama of music, much like many of us who love opera, ballet, and the theater. 

Owen and I saw a modern adaptation of “A Midsummer Night’s Dream” in San Diego, at Balboa Park, when he was 16.  We talked about it for days.  He wanted to understand the greater meaning, and I was not then, nor am I now, an expert in Shakespearean literature, so I had little to contribute.  Our conversations were beautiful though, and we honored each others’ interpretations.  Lucky us.

We interpreted the play as people most often do - within our own contexts.  We were satisfied that our visions and the meanings we extricated, were all we needed at that time.  It worked, we worked, and we were paid in a sharing place of conversation.

Nat and Owen paid attention to The Masters, thinking they (The Masters) knew something, or were more able to convey “Things” the rest of us struggled hard to place into words.  Nat and I still make attempts at placing meaning in concepts.

This video could be misinterpreted in the context of Owen’s life and demise, but I take that chance.  I take it because the video is something he saved on our computer, played for me when we drove in the car, and shared as a dramatic expression of feelings no one can share in any adequate form without fear of that thing…misinterpretation.  Yet, Owen’s message was clear to me, his mother.  Life is a dance.  Owen partnered his life’s dance with grace.  Thanks, Bubba.  We’re with you in the search.

Song for the night:  Street Spirit, Radiohead

http://youtube.com/watch?v=nPX3u0XJzKM

~ by Linda on November 30, 2007.