Thursday, December 10, 2020

Seasons of Love

 










525, 600 minutes
525, 000 moments so dear
525, 600 minutes
How do you measure, measure a year?
In daylights, in sunsets, in midnights, in cups of coffee
In inches, in miles, in laughter, in strife
In 525, 600 minutes
How do you measure a year in the life?
How about love?
How about love?
How about love?
Measure in love
Seasons of love
Seasons of love
525, 600 minutes
525, 000 journeys to plan
525, 600 minutes
How do you measure the life of a woman or man?
In truths that she learned, or in times that he criеd
In bridges he burned, or thе way that she died
It's time now to sing out
Though the story never ends
Let's celebrate, remember a year
In the life of friends
Remember the

Mary and I have been listening to the new Pentatonix Christmas album. This song from Rent is new to me. I put it on repeat. As a Suzuki Piano teacher, I'm not subject to song burnout. Hearing the same song or piece over and over again for a couple hours actually sorts out my brain waves. 

Here is the link to listen to the song. "Season's of Love" link.

In cups of coffee. In journey's planned. Calvin and Mary have a game where they pick a random place on the globe and plan a trip there. Hotels, airfare, restaurants and museums. Calvin has a whole itinerary for he and I to take a trip. The year of cancelled plans. 

Bill is getting caught up with putting photos on my computer. Instead of albums called "Piano Festival in Italy" and "Mary and Janel in the Czech Republic" the folders are called "April Lockdown" and "Covid Walks."  

Bill and I have not been on a date since our anniversary March 14. The next week the restaurants closed. 

Still, spring, summer, fall, and now winter, have been seasons of love. 
This too shall pass. And we will be stronger and more resilient. More tough and more tender. 

Mary is in her room on Zoom school eight hours a day. Day after day. One day at a time. Practice. Try to set up a horizon. The next thing to look forward to. And try not to worry that it won't be cancelled. 

Try to say yes to as much as we can. This year 23 out of 27 students are playing Carol of the Bells for the Christmas Recital. Only a slight exaggeration. Every kid gets to play whatever they want. We will make videos to share. I've got some surprises cooking for the studio kids. 

I started this blog ten years ago. I'm not so naive to think that what I have to say is terribly interesting. It's not going viral. It's just therapy for me and a bit of a family journal. 

Seasons of love. That's what we have had this year. Spring. Summer. Fall. Winter. That's really about all we got. Love. Family time. 

Piano kids. I want them to know that where there's a will there's a way. Or as Amit, one of my piano dads said, "where there's a Bill there's a way." It's true. I have a great husband. We all give 100% everyday. Keep showing up. 

Seasons of love. Let's celebrate a year. Truths we've learned. In laughter. In strife. Keep going, Mary. 

1 comment:

  1. Sara,
    Listened to Seasons of Love. Measuring our years in love works for me because then we will always be rich.

    I love your blogs. Whether they are dear and old or lovely and new, memories and are for sharing with loved ones who get it. I love the beautiful pictures, songs, and words, whether they are rediscovered or discovered for the first time. I love YOU, dear sister!

    All of my love and only the good to you in 2021.
    Susan

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