It’s one
thing to travel a great distance and experience allt one town has to offer in a
simple day; perhaps two or three if you’re lucky. It’s an entirely different
experience to be immersed in one town’s way of life for three weeks. We’re
approaching the end of week 1 in Heidelberg and I have to say, this place has
already become my home. After a long day at Baden-Baden today, I’m spending my
evening on the Rhein river in Heidelberg, thinking about the events of this
past week and watching the Heidelberg locals dance the polka at the river
festival. I love to watch them experience life in a community where people don’t
always have an agenda and are willing to have a beer with a neighbor they don’t
usually talk to. I find that people just aren’t like that in the states. I know
I’m not.
Yesterday, I spent the majority of the day in
the Old Town. My favorite part of the day was walking into a second-hand book
shop. Every book I picked up and every word written on the page represented
information about I culture that I do not yet have the ability to understand.(
My German is essentially non-existent) But you don’t have to know what the
words on the page means to be able to understand the value and the significance
of a book. As I looked around this shop filled with literally hundreds of books,
my eyes glanced at as many as my brain could process. But my eyes only caught
hold of one. There was no title on the cover, but judging from its condition,
it was very old. It was a book of French poetry and romances with no author,
owned by a Gustave Lejeune in 1810 but was printed in 1802. Now this, I knew,
was something special. I just couldn’t pass it up. As far as I can remember, I
don’t think I’ve ever had the capability of owning something so old. For a very
reasonable price, I now own a piece of history. And as I opened the book to
read and stumble through the words using my very rusty French, I was amazed by
its beauty and elegance in both the illustrations and the words. I still just
can’t believe that this little book traveled for 212 years just to belong to
me.
You can travel the globe, visit
all the top places to sight-see, and take pictures of every one. But nothing
compares to finding something you really feel passionate about and taking away
an experience you will keep with you for a lifetime.
"When we sing the same song together, we live in the same melody, we share the same tonal center, we articulate the same lyrics, we move ahead according to the same rhythm-moment by moment, sound by sound, through an ongoing awareness of the other, and through continuing efforts to stay together and thereby become one within the experience" Kenneth Bruscia
Ruby, I’m a former student of Dr. Keith’s, and I’m loving commenting on the class’ writing. You guys are some creative folks! How neat that you were able to pick up that book from the bookstore!
ReplyDeleteIsn’t it neat to think about the profession of music therapy as timeless, in the sense that music never ages?