Tuesday, December 4, 2012

Life Lessons

Object to be Destroyed by Man Ray


The Mag #146


In our living room we had a beautiful piano with a metronome that my mother made my brother use when he learned to play.  Of course, he really did not choose to take piano lessons, this was a dream of my mother's.  She played beautifully by ear, and wanted him to master the piano by the book, correctly note by note.  Although he became quite good, I think he resented the tedious practice he invested in a dream that was not his own.  Sadly, my mother passed away when my brother was merely 15 years old, and though he had already given up the lessons a year or two earlier, he would never touch that piano again after her death.  It always seemed like such a shame to me, that such talent would be wasted, but it was not my decision to make.  He had endured the many hours of practice, not for his own dreams, but for our mother's longing to pass down a legacy of musical craftsmanship. 

Many years have passed now, and both my brother and mother have been gone for over 10 years.  I have raised children of my own, followed my own dreams, and dealt with my own misguided hardships along the way.  It is in those experiences that I have learned that nothing is ever insignificant, meaningless nor wasted time.  Each moment and everything that happens has a bigger purpose at its core.  Sometimes we learn things in the empty spaces, the cracks in the china that cannot be seen,the notes that were never played, and the piano lessons that were never completed.  My brother may not have appreciated the gift he had been given, but its blessings have expanded outward like ripples in a pond.  What he experienced, and how he dealt with it, influenced my reaction to many things in my life as well.  Whenever I have been faced with a difficult situation or a chore I did not want to deal with, I have indirectly responded to many of the struggles remembering the loss he sustained.  All the drudgery of practice and pushing the keys of a dream that he never truly held within his heart and hands seemed aimless, but it was not.  It taught me a great lesson about life, beauty, and the significance of everything.


22 comments:

  1. What a very beautiful, meaningful rumination. " Sometimes we learn things in the empty spaces, the cracks in the china that cannot be seen,the notes that were never played,..." There is much wisdom here.

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  2. Sometimes we learn things in the empty spaces,...lot of truth in there...and love your reflection toward the end as well..there are lessons in everything if we look at it that way...

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  3. "...that he never truly held in his heart...." That is the key, the keystone.

    Touching.

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  4. Carrie ... one of your finest efforts ~ worth reading more than once!!!

    PS(glad to bring happiness to your life with my posts)

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  5. So many lessons...so much wisdom. Lovely and heartfelt write.

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  6. Sometimes we learn things in the empty spaces

    Indeed, even the spaces between each breath!

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  7. Beautiful thoughts---I love where this prompt took you!

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  8. This was a beautiful piece to read Carrie ... the spaces in between is often 'the' place of learning. Lovely!

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  9. Fresh, insightful, well thought-out; thanks for sharing.

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  10. Beautiful writing and what a good lesson to learn.

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  11. a lovely reflection, Carrie
    There's often sadness in the pocket of choices

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  12. Superbly done, a beautiful post.

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  13. I can SO relate to this as my mother is a piano teacher and she dreamed of me following in her footsteps. I took for years, but only for her.

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  14. Wow Carrie, thanks for sharing so much of yourself.

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  15. The cracks in the china we could not see. The notes that were never played. The words that we could not say.

    We are of one mind here, Carrie.

    And that does not surprise me at all.

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  16. oh Carrie...your post...this post really touched me. I wish you hadn't had the losses you had...or raised your kids alone....but there is a gentleness I've always felt when I've stopped by here. I've learned about myself that it's been in those 'cracks' and hard places that I've learned the most even though I wish I could fast track right through them. In this post you've opened the window to be seen and I feel like I know you better. Hugs to you Carrie Burtt... YOu are a shining star.

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  17. Such a beautiful poem with so much heart. Love this one!

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"Our best thoughts come from others." ~Ralph Waldo Emerson

....and they lived happily ever after.....

....and they lived happily ever after.....
The End.