night blooming water lilies
moon flower evening primrose night gladiolus
sun-shy moon-struck wandering at twilight
I was listening to the radio years back and heard a man say that he belonged to the Late Bloomer’s Club. I thought, wow, what a great club! That’s for me! My father in a rare talk to me, once told me not to worry, that we Woods are all late bloomers. Late bloomer– I like those words. They are comforting cream puffs–filled with such frothy, heady possibilities!
Late bloomers are the life learners, the thinkers, the ponderers, the resilient ones.
How wonderful would it be to know exactly who you are, to set out early and know where you are going? Some of us took the Unfrequented Road by accident. Some of us tucked our dreams away hoping to come back to them later.
Does the following seem familiar?
You are successful or you are a failure, you are a believer or you are an infidel, you are an A list actor or you are nothing. You are a famous ballet dancer or you are an amateur, you are a famous opera singer or you are nothing, you are an artist who is recognized or you are a hack, you are a great pianist or you are mediocre.
Do you think we might be too hard on ourselves and each other?
There are miles of places to explore between all those ors. There are bright-eyed possibilities, grand adventures waiting, unexpected discoveries…
Too late I should have I left it too late I am too old I am too
And yes, sometimes our dreams are not going to come true, at least not in the way we had hoped. If you are forty and you are learning to play the piano then no, you are not going to be a concert pianist, but how may things are still open to you? If you are sixty and going for your doctorate in art history, perhaps you won’t get hired by the top universities but maybe you will end up somewhere just meant for you.
When I went back to school I took a huge risk in majoring in music. I was thirty-four, a year away from the age when all the competitions and contests would be closed to me. I knew I wouldn’t have the grand opera career that I dearly would have loved. I had left it too late. It hasn’t been easy but I don’t regret my decision for a moment. A life in music is where I am meant to be. I get to sing art songs and oratorios and get paid for it. It is a small career but I am happy.
Discover a Forgotten Passion
The Piano Shop on the Left Bank
Discovering a Forgotten Passion in a Paris Atelier
by Thad Carhart
This book was charming to read. I love how this man wandered through his Paris neighborhood trying to get the courage to go into a piano shop. He would stand outside his neighbors doors listening to people rehearsing music. Finally he got the nerve to knock on his neighbor’s door. They of course thought he was going to complain but no, he wanted to listen! The book is about his visiting and re-visiting the piano shop, asking questions and finally buying a piano and taking lessons.
The older I get the more I know that life really is a journey. Go figure! If we could just dare to say:
What could we be? What would we find? Where could we go? Where would we end up?
I am an artist I am learning German I am a writer I am taking tap dancing lessons I am a painter I am a singer I am a dancer I am a composer I am learning French I am a traveler I am I am I am I am I am a poet I am taking piano lessons I am I am I am I am I am