Holst’s, “Saturn, The Bringer of Old Age,” is playing in the background as I write this evening. This particular version was played by the Vienna Philharmonic Orchestra and was conducted by Herbert von Karajan. A very slow, methodic piece of music. When I listen to it I see a small child ascending a staircase and with each step he grows older, until at the precipice of his life’s end, he pauses to look back and with the turning of his head, steps into nothingness and floats away.
I’m not sure why I’m feeling so melancholy tonight. Maybe it’s the Holidays or my impending assignment to Korea. Maybe it’s because my wife is in Alabama visiting our grandchild and I’m feeling a bit lonely. Whatever it is, I find strength in these classical music pieces. There’s such a calming effect as the melodies surround me and tell their story. A solace that is mine alone because no one can “see” this music as I do. Although we may know and understand the same history, my mind’s eye translates it’s own unique imagery, as does yours. It’s wonderful and individually, all our own.
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