Today I pulled weeds to Ravel's Bolero.
Some don't like this piece because it's repetitive. If you think it is, listen closely to Pachelbel's Canon in D and some of the compositions of Philip Glass, such as the film score for Kundun.
The version I heard, in my head, over and over again, was much less interesting than the above link, where you get to see the various instruments take turns. As the clouds above me slowly changed, I pulled tiny weed after tiny weed.
Bolero and Canon in D and Kundun were perfect accompaniments to my gardening today. Another day I might prefer something else. Today my mood was slow and contemplative. I forget what I contemplated.
"I often find myself singing the same phrase over and over," says Virginia. "I guess I find it comforting."
"Maybe that's it," I say, "comfort from the familiar."
"But familiarity breeds contempt," says Virginia.
"The more we know about someone or something, the less we like them?" I say.
"As a general rule, definitely," says Virginia. "Once we perceive that someone else is different from us, it's downhill from there."
"We can always hope," I say. "And when we find something or someone dear, hold on tight."
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