A Beautiful Day!

Sky is Blue, breeze in the air, not too hot.  Weather patterns fluctuate, reminds us of another season.  Summer with Autumn is in the air!

Jesus Christ Superstar, last night.  Brought me back to 1973. Revolutionary for young people. Religious education, a Catholic one.  Jesus as a real man, with hopes, desires and dreams.  Judas scorned Mary Magdalene, Christ defended her and said, “So what if she is different?”

Jesus was mobbed by the blind,  the cripples, and the beggars, asking for a cure. Frustrated he screamed at the top of his lungs, “Heal yourselves!”

Scenes sculpted like baroque art, capture the height of emotion.  Characters feel what we feel and show it in lyrics, tempo and intensity of the music. Action through dance. Transformation evolves.

Thoughts, reactions, remembering, on this halcyon day of summer, when Autumn stopped by and said, “Hello”  The sad story of Jesus reminded me of the good, the bad and the ugly of every day.  Christ died for our sins, a metaphor for life and death, our imperfect selves. Christ wanted better, from his fold, to have faith, hope, and be giving.  Sinful existence of human beings, the dark side, of who we are.


Did you say, “Opera”?

Almost 2 months ago, we arrived in Palermo, Sicily, via Rome.  During our three days there we walked the streets. Morning, day and night!  The first night we went to the opera “Figaro” by Mozart, at the famous Theatre of Palermo. Seated in a balcony, on the 5th floor, I found myself enclosed in one of those fancy theatre boxes.  The only thing separating us, and 5 stories below, was a short railing, which barely came up to my waist, when sitting down.  My fear of heights kicked in the entire 3 hours of the evening.  I tried to be distracted by the fanfare of the opera itself.  At times the mind wandered. Subtitles in English flashed in the air, but after intermission they disappeared. We already knew enough of the story to know what would happen, and by not reading subtitles I was able to relax, take in the colors, sound and movements on stage. An opera?  What the heck!  We were in a world capitol for opera, and it would have been a missed opportunity not to go. Watching the Italian couples dressed in their fineries was almost as fascinating as the show. Overall, Palermo, today, may be remembered for its Mafia violence in the 90’s. Today, it has a relaxed atmosphere.  My sense about many people in Sicily, is that they would like to forget about the black past of the Mafia, but they are still vigilant.