The other part
Ok, that might be one of my favorite scenes in a movie, ever. It's just so beautiful, isn't it?
In my little hiatus from the mat, I've been kind of whiny I have to say. None of my normal ways of expressing myself have been available. My kitchen is destroyed - so no cooking, I was sickish - so no yoga or dance, and my craft stuff is buried deep in my basement under all the kitchen stuff - so no sewing. I felt a bit stifled creatively.
And then, I saw my piano. And my piano books from high school. It has been perfect! It's so easy because I don't need anything else, I just sit down at any moment, and my family has been tolerating my missed notes (all 5,000 of them) quite well.
One thing I've loved is that I never played Clair de Lune (the song in the above clip) when I was in high school. It's a totally new number to me. But it is so beautiful and relatively easy. So I've been able to pick it up quickly. It's super satisfying.
One way to work with a piano piece that I'm learning is to separate the hands. So the other afternoon I was working with some of the huge chords in the right hand where the melody is and then decided to switch over to the left.
I thought the left would just be basic set up chords but when I separated it out, I found the melody mirrored quite blatantly in the left. I wouldn't even have to play the right hand and still the beautiful song came through. I was completely surprised and happy at my discovery. And it enhances my playing as now I can try to bring out the melody in both left and right hands when I play them together.
It relates to yoga.... um. I think this is how the One is. Hidden in plain sight. There, in everything, just beneath the surface. When I take a moment to clear the mental clutter I find the One. When I take a moment to clear the emotional clutter I find the One. When I have the time to clear the physical clutter I find the One. Always there, just beneath the surface of awareness.
Maybe one day I'll live in that state of total awareness of Oneness all the time. But until then I do like the delight of remembering time and time again. The happiness of finding not dissonance but beautiful music just under the surface of my reality.
Time to practice again.