You know I’m deep into Evolution, deep-time and the experience of being there. Then being blessed with key milestone moments, from being there for my daughter’s birth, being there with my Dad during final years and then that week of his last downward slide, actually making a difference, recently meeting my infant granddaughter and gazing into her eye’s that contain her, her mother’s baby eyes, looking at me with recognition. It gets very sweet and wavy gravy.
Back to individual biological generation to generation evolution, and passing some of our body plan down to the next generation, and musing.
My dad was a musician, cello, contra-base, piano, organ, classic, jazz, nightclubs. He was good, … (heck was big band leader of a British POW band playing at the officers mess. - no fool him.). Accomplished, I’ve seen the pictures.
Growing in a tiny apartment watching him play on various instruments, his fingers were not delicate, he was a big guy, but they were elegant. Now and then, they would mesmerize me. I still love watching musicians playing their instruments up close.
So what has me reminiscing on, was I need a break. Well and that while typing away at the computer this afternoon and evening — everyone once in a while, I find my see my father’s hands in my own. I mean the way they curled over the keyboard or strings, and that little right finger, the way it tagged along with its distal phalange’s peculiar straightness . I never tried to imitate him, playing instruments was a bust for me. It was manly tools for me. Though nowadays to a do have computer keyboards, so there.
Still I’m my father’s son, even if I take after my mom with my slighter build, me topping out at 5’7’.
Life is such an interwoven trip. Sometimes like riding a motorcycle at 60, sunglasses, helmet, face-shield on, watching the road race by as the sun lowers. Then take a turn and find yourself looking through your eye’s, staring right back, into your eyes, trying to pay attention to road a traffic. Now there’s a cheap, non-chemical, trip that’s a thrill worth having.
My effort in sharing stuff that isn’t contentious. 