Dan’s favorite symphony of all time, right behind Beethoven’s Ninth, is Tchaikovsky’s Fifth.  So, we were listening to it in the car on Saturday, on our way up to Stillwater for a book signing.  As the tempo and the mood of the music changed (because it’s a long piece), Liliana would lean forward in her car seat and ask, “Is this still Kikovsky?”

We’d assure her it was, and she would go back to her contented listening.

Every once in a while, she’d pipe up again “It’s so sad, Mom”  or “VERY happy now…”

Would that we all could hear truth–the kind that swirls around us (external) and the kind that resides within us (internal).  To name it, to speak it, to live with it.

But mostly, to state things as they are–without trying to immediately change anything.  I like that.

[Post image: Tchaikovsky]