Sometime earlier this year, at the height of the summer when our sky was filled with the life and light of the bustling birds, when hope was heavenly, when flowers curled around the stems, toads multiplied and martins chattered in the eaves, I listened to and wrote about Mahler’s music as I pondered their comings and goings. Now, at the end of a year, when we pass in the darkness before dawn beneath the cliff with its empty sand martin nest-holes, when wind chases our heels as we run and whips our friends from our lives; now – in the depths of winter, and as storm after alphabetical storm tears across the sky, when nightmares haunt closed eyes and sleep eludes open ones; when everything is temptingly sour to the soul – it is time to listen and to be encouraged again.
Hearken to William Walton’s First Symphony, which is readily available online, if you do not have it at home. Listen to the questions posed, the answers given, the intensity without sentiment, and then imagine where are soaring the ones who’ve gone – the singers of the songs, the little dogs who ran alongside us (two lost this week alone), the friends of yesteryear – and all that lies before us as we struggle on, as we must, to honour all those we have loved and lost this year. So very many, until it seems we can bear no more. But we must. For us there is only the trying, as someone famous once said.
You can find one excellent recording by the London Symphony orchestra, conducted by Vladimir Ashkenazy, at this site:
2 thoughts on “Somewhere out there – soaring with the birds”
I listened to the symphony. I don’t recall having heard it before. Not what I expected. I guess I expected overly-dramatic, and yet I felt this piece was encouraging me to continue to trudge the path to my destiny despite what may come my way.
I’m so glad you listened to it and that you liked it: it’s a wonderfully encouraging piece of music. Very visual, too! Pip and the boys