The people who spark fire in us can also extinguish it. The truth of that flashed on me when I came face to face with French sculptor Camille Claudel last week, once by accident and again according to plan.
Sometimes when we hear a song we breathe deeply and sigh. This reminds the prophet that the soul arises from heavenly harmony. In thinking about this, he was aware that the soul itself has something in itself of this music... O what a miracle to be awake inside your breathing.
You would think walking into the Metropolitan Opera House would be a serene experience. But not this past weekend. A double bill of Tchaikovskyâ€™s â€śIolantaâ€ť and Bartokâ€™s â€śBluebeardâ€™s Castleâ€ť had been already canceled because of a blizzard warning.
â€śThere is something about music that keeps its distance even at the moment that it engulfs us. It is at the same time outside and away from us and inside and part of us. In one sense it dwarfs us, and in another we master it. We are led on and on, and yet in some strange way we never lose control.â€ť - Aaron Copland
I'm thrilled to be going to the Metropolitan Opera this Saturday (February 14th) to see the new production of Tchaikovsky's "Iolanta" and BartĂłk's "Bluebeard's Castle" from backstage, inside the production booth, and from behind an HD camera. Each offers a different perpective on love. Here's a preview: