|Angel Wings over Weldon Spring - February 2011|
The last few days have been a jumble of love and loss and sacred thoughts. It seems our lives are full of crises these days. Raging political storms in the Middle East as well as here in America threaten to sweep us into oblivion. Raging weather storms across Europe and most of the U.S. have done the same in a very different sense. Personal issues of illness and sudden loss seem overwhelming at times. Our lives go in cycles, I know, but when we find ourselves in times of trial, confusion is often their manifestation. Confusion (in me, anyway) almost always results in sleepless nights, which then results in more confusion. The most difficult thing for me to do is find the discipline within myself to break the cycle,clear out the confusion, and continue to follow my aspirations.
Sacred thoughts. Some of you may have noticed that I've spent my Sunday posts examining sacred thoughts. Although I'm not a church goer anymore, I see the ultimate wisdom in setting aside one day each week to examine the Sacred.
Friday (Muslim) or Saturday (Jewish) or Sunday (Christian) could be your "Sabbath," depending on your faith. Or it could be any day of the week, depending soley upon your schedule. I don't really think it matters to the Divine Creator what day of the week we choose. The important thing is to set aside some time for yourself (regularly) to rest and examine the Sacred.
I woke this morning, finally with a feeling of peace in my heart. The aria "Nessun Dorma" was running through my head. It may well be the most beautiful aria ever written, from Giacomo Puccini's opera, Turandot. The story, of a cold-hearted princess and the mysterious stranger with the unkown name who eventually melts her heart, seems unconnected to the musings of recent days, but the recesses of my brain, my heart and my soul know more than I give them credit for. I'm just a little slow to catch on.
It often happens for me that wisdom arrives within me in the form of Music. When I cannot "think through" an issue stalking me through my days (though my poor brain does try so very hard), understanding often wells up within me from the Unkown to come to me in the most eloquent way. A way that resonates with truth inside me. A melody.
I've learned to listen to these "angels of my soul" who give me these Special Delivery Messages. They are persistent angels, too, for they continue to play the Tune of the Day incessantly until I finally take the message and read it. And so, this morning, I opened the message immediately.
Now, I'm no expert on opera. I came to that art form just within the last few years, and have only just begun to explore its immense complexities. But really, folks, there are some twisted stories in opera. Did you think the movie, "Black Swan" was creepy? Then do NOT attend an opera. There are stories in opera of torture, witchcraft, duplicities, and madness that would make Odille cower in a corner. Really. In Il Trovatore they throw a baby into the fire. How twisted is that? But I digress.
Most operas also contain messages of the conquering power of love, which usually puts the madness into perspective, after all. I think that was the message brought to me this morning.
The phrase itself, "nessun dorma" translates to "no one shall sleep." They do have a sense of humor, those crazy angels. They know how little I've slept and how confused it's made me. The name of the aria is exactly what caused me to psychically sit up and take note.
The rest of the translation speaks of the stars that tremble with love and hope, mixed with the lamentation of the inevitability of death. At the end of the aria, the stranger with the unknown name who sings the song declares, "All'alba vincerò! Vincerò! Vincerò!" or " At dawn, I will win! I will win! I will win!"
It's a message of hope and ultimate victory over the turmoil in our lives.
The stranger of Turandot, whose name is revealed only at the very end of the opera, eventually transforms the heart of the princess and becomes emperor, giving hope to her entire kingdom. His name? Love.
I'm grateful to receive the messsages delivered to me and held so sweetly within Music. What is the angel of your soul? Is it intuition? Is it the voice of a loved one, the words of poetry, or the face of a child? Maybe it's far away in the sunshine and the sky. Whatever it is, I hope you heed its universal message of hope and ultimate power of love. With it, we see the beauty of our aspirations and where they just might lead.
Peace be yours today, my friend. Love will conquer all.
The incomparable Placido Domingo sings "Nessun Dorma" from Turandot.