Thursday, May 28, 2009

My favorite flower

Grows right in front of my house! A la Derek, here's my bleeding heart and some others...
Look what I found in the garden!

Friday, May 22, 2009

Blood Run

Come participate in the Blood Run with me! It is a fun and competitive 5k race that supports Hemophiliacs like my two brothers, and benefits the Utah Hemophilia Foundation (UHF). Taking place on June 6th at 7:00 am, this course will wind through the beautiful Highland Heritage Park.
Those who register at the site below before May 24 will receive a 50% discount off of the day-of-the-race fee.
Ask me, or go to www.bloodrun.org for more information.

Saturday, May 16, 2009

Anna Popplewell

Do I look Anna Popplewell from Narnia?
I can't even count how many people have told me I remind them of her.
Friends, family, acquaintances, random strangers on the street and at the grocery store. Mr. Hansen broke his geometry lecture to tell me, and someone even wrote it in their Christmas card to my family!
Well here you go, I will let you compare and tell me what you think. I personally don't see much resemblance. But everyone else seems to think it's uncanny.

Tuesday, May 12, 2009

How do you say

I am scared, I am so terrified? What do you say after that?

"I must not fear. Fear is the mind-killer. Fear is the little death that brings obliteration.
I will face my fear. I will permit it to pass over me and through me. And when it has gone past I will turn the inner eye to see its path. Where the fear has gone there will be nothing. Only I remain."

Frank Herbert, Dune- Bene Gesserit Litany Against Fear

Monday, May 11, 2009

Ten things that make me happier than anything else

10. Running and walking along the Jordan River parkway
9. Unexpected patches of sunlight resting on the couch, my floor and my bed.
8. Pink, white and black M&Ms.
7. When a song or smell unexpectedly reminds me of the summer before.
6. Freckles freckles freckles.
5. Pencils sharpened to perfection.
4. The Canadian prairie
3. That book I can't put down until it's finished.
2. No requirements, no time time restrictions, simply playing my violin.
1. That seminary lesson or testimony that hits in an unexpected way.
What are your ten?

Friday, May 8, 2009

Relief is

"Annnd...pencils down please"
Chairs scraping back
Running from the room
Leaping off the stairs
Twisting my ankle
Cramming into Brookie's car
Not cramming dates and wars
Cafe Rio
FREE MEAL!
The mint at the end
Scott and Matt
Matt's mom
Laughing until my head hurts
Bouncing on the sunny trampoline
Flying in the air
Laughing
So giddy
It's over

Friday, May 1, 2009

Music together.

We gather around the dusty black piano. Anne is squinting at her cello music grumpily as her lilac reading glasses slip down the bridge of her nose. Hunter's stress is nearly tangible, and his bow is whining up and down the viola with the strings screaming in protest. I'm too tired and hungry to be a peacemaker, so I take to delicately poking Hunter in the back with the tip of my bow. He in turn tips Anne's music stand to the ground. Mom releases the piano keys and breathes in something between a sigh of exasperation and a gasp of anger. There's too much friction in the air, and it's a simultaneous explosion. Anne bursts into tears, Hunter storms outside, and I run downstairs for coverage.

All I wanted was for my family to be able to make music together, that's all I wanted.

You can hear Mom muttering as she slips into the kitchen and sadly, quietly, pours herself a tall glass of water. Hunter reenters the house, bringing with him a sharp winter breeze. The sheet music soars off of the piano, and the title of the piece suddenly becomes apparent.

Love at Home.

It's not always harmonious, but we play together. Ever since I can remember, it was always together. I remember working through violin exercises with Mom every day around the piano when I was four. We did it together. The togetherness didn't stop at eight years old, or even eleven. By then Hunter and Anne were started on their own musical endeavours, and as our sound grew together, we grew together. I was beginning to have a separate agenda with performances, tours, and business parties. But I never lost the love for the humblest of concerts. I remember a special moment at one simple and very worn down care center. As Hunter and I nervously unpacked our instruments, the elderly were wheeled in. Some shared beds and were covered with threadbare blankets. Some were blind, many were nearly deaf. So very many lonely people.

Ready? Ready.

Hunter and I locked eyes, summoned confidence, and began our carefully memorized pieces. I immediately felt at ease and so thankful to Mom for those hours spent working the technicalities out at the piano. As Hunter and I weaved our melodies together, I reached a point of awareness where I knew exactly how to inflect the music I was creating. It's such a personal thing, inflection is. You pour your whole self into it, and the beautiful thing is that it translates directly to the audience. You make the music your voice, and in doing so the audience can feel who you are and what you are feeling. As the musician you get the reward of sensing their reception.
We finished thirty minutes later, and a peaceful silence filled the room. Suddenly an enthusiastic, if muffled applause ensued. Hunter and I walked around the room and greeted everyone. Our faces were squeezed and kissed, and our hands were pressed against wet cheeks.

Thank you, thank you, so beautiful. Do you see this? You made me cry.

I tried to squeeze back, but it made me nervous. Because it wasn't me. It wasn't Hunter either. It was what we created together.
Nothing feels better than giving everything that you are capable of. It's such a blessing to me that I can give, and see the result right before my eyes. It's happiness.
Anne later joined our duet, making up a trio. With amazing Mom accompanying us wherever we go, we continue playing today. Now it's just a matter of waiting for baby Stanford to be able to wield a bow, or maybe take over on piano?
The truth is that wherever we are needed, we are willing to go together. It's changed our family, and I hope I never lose this.