Wednesday, February 1, 2017

To the Dreamers

On a day that would have been Mom's 91st birthday, I wear her earrings and a pair of socks with Van Gogh's "Starry Night."

Mom loved that painting, and she loved the name Vincent, even gave it to her parakeet.  She was a creative person, Mom was. A lover of words and ideas. A dreamer. She would bet the house on a dream — and  did several times.

In that way she inoculated her children against risky ventures. None of us will ever start a magazine or a museum. And yet ... Mom left her mark. Which is why I found a scene from the new musical La La Land so touching. It was an audition scene, when the character Mia is asked to tell the casting director a story.

Mia sings about her aunt, who lived in Paris and once jumped barefoot into the Seine. "She captured a feeling, the sky with no ceiling, sunset inside a frame."
... So bring on the rebels, the ripples from pebbles
The painters and poets and plays.
And here's to the ones who dream ...
Here's to you, Mom.

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