Heartbeat of Life's Concerto

Heartbeat of Life’s Concerto
copyright Karin Taylor Nov 2013

I don’t know whether it was the owls sleeping
or the blue jay’s cry that gave me a sense of
premonition, or perhaps they just underlined
the atmospheric conditions of that day. The
clouds were surly, emitting unfriendliness
and indifference, quite different from earlier
in the day, when their happy-go-lucky floaty
appearance revealed not a hint of how this
day would take a twist and turn. One moment
the sun was shining with it’s happy golden glow
warming every flower’s upturned face, then it
was pelting down rain and the sky growled it’s
usual thundery message at being disturbed.
The plane was high in the air and you could
hear the gentle humming of it’s engine, punctuating
the storm’s activity, seemingly unaware
of the storm brewing. Then I
saw something resembling a white handkerchief,
falling, floating down from the sky, the
backdrop dark grey, making it easy to see.
The plane chortled and choked and whizzed, then
down it went, nose-first. The fire fizzled and
lowered, then heightened, relentlessly it
burned high and low, despite the heavy rain. In
the darkness provided by the depth of charcoal the
clouds conveyed, I was able to easily spot the
fallen white surrendered something on the ground.
He was fit and beautiful, surrounded by green
of the long grass and wearing a uniform of khaki
and sky that somehow matched his earth shaped eyes.
He smiled and my heart leapt from here to eternity.
I embraced the stranger like he was my own
kin. Having lost and lost again, this was a
wonderful win-win. He rose with a limp and our
friendship was solidified. No words were spoken,
as his arms outstretched, we embraced
awkwardly and forwardly, moments like these need
no language other than love itself. From this
day forward, inseparable were we, on our own,
cocooned by the hills surrounding our connection
we baked bread, shared the bounty from the farm
and surrounding sea, and healed. Eventually, my
stranger had to go, nursed and nurtured back to
strength and health. The memories from that time
continue to entertain my evenings as the flames
flicker in the fireplace, I ponder where he is
now, I know that my purpose in life was fulfilled
by his fall. From every tragedy, from the rubble,
we build our lives and rebuild them, each time,
creating something better and stronger. As life
plays it’s concerto, we become the notes, g e n t l e,
STRONG, B R A V E, falsettos, crescendos , slow and fast,
we are the heartbeat of the music and in all scenarios
we play our part, we will be remembered for the parts
we played in helping or hindering others and very
little else.

Heartbeat of Life's Concerto

© Karin Taylor

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