What a good recipe for a Monday, huh? I agree.
However, I will dissent from Art + Paul in one way; I believe the real Sound of Silence is the always-too-long amount of time I spend without seeing my sweet younger sis, Hannah.
But today, there was music! Literal tunes drifting in and out of the old boombox in the Jordan Hall Greenhouse, yes. But, you know, the harmony of reuniting... that kinda thing.
Hannah is getting older, as we all are, and each time we sit across the table from each other I notice something more thought-provoking or mature or witty or vulnerable emanating from her. What an aura the aura of growing up is. She'll be in her Spring semester of her freshman year at college a year from now, which shakes me to my very roots. And although I'd like to hang on dearly to the crooked-toothed, sassy gal on the monkey bars it's easy for me to see her as, that wouldn't be fair.
Someone very near and dear to my heart remarked to me recently that studying and making art is a means of preserving culture, and frankly, I haven't stopped thinking about that since. What can "culture" mean? All, if not lots of things, I suppose. The culture of thought, science, empathy, history, human-nature, beauty, scrambled eggs. The list goes on.
So today I guess it felt nice to be able to preserve the 'culture' of "17-year-old on the brink of exciting and really-freakin-intimidating change" Hannah. And I'm sure glad that meant laughing about boys and memes over lots of vegetables and sweating profusely in a greenhouse together.
Love you always, sista.