Today in 1858, the Italian opera composer Giacomo Puccini was born. Puccini, best known for his operas La Bohème and Madama Butterfly, lives on in the hearts of the world.
As I write this morning, Luciano Pavorotti is in the background singing Turnadot. My heart is weaping to the music. I close my eyes and feel an emotion that is often at the surface, yet sometimes deeply buried to escape feeling anything at all.
What Puccini gave the world is a gift beyond words. You only have to inhale and his music is absorbed into your soul and your feelings will break to the surface whether you want them to or not.
"Sleep in heavenly peace."
"...there's nothing so sensible as sensual inundation...the only way to tempt happiness into your mind is by taking it into the body first, like small wild plums."
~Mary Oliver~ American Primitive
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