Super Serendipity Part Two

Part Two of Super Serendipity Story...

Once Upon a Time, Not so Very Long Ago,

I found myself in a relationship with a good friend, Herman H.. Herman was tall and handsome, and TALENTED!

When I met H.H. he already had the nickname of 'Saint'. I had the nickname of 'Dee', or 'Amber'. And H.H. would give you the shirt off his back, he was that nice.

Herman played guitar, sang well, wrote songs (even one or two for me!)!
He played the piano, and acted.

Herman, tall and handsome, would carry me, petite and beautiful, around on his shoulders!

Herman had many friends. Often, he would take me (usually hitchhiking) off to the hills to a friends for parties, which always included good company, laughter, and music.

In these many years since, I carry fond memories of this place in the hills, the woman who gave the parties, and the man.

I called Herman on the phone a few years ago, and found that he was a Professor of Music at the Berkeley School of Music! Wow! He has done better than I!
He is in a great long-term relationship (might even be married!). It was great to find him! (The story of how I found him is another wonderful Serendipity Story!)

Recently, I blogged about a young woman asking what brought me to live in the hills.

The memory of this great house and how alive I felt by being there has pulled at me these long years. Often, I wished I knew where this house was, would love to find it! These feelings, this question is one of the strong reasons I am in the hills.

White Woods and wonder

Another night walk last night in the hush. The woods were still and silent under the overcast blue moon!

I imagine myself three years from now, living in the same place, still walking in the woods at night, still getting deep insight from it.

The deer and squirrels have been very busy under the old apple trees, finding treats and treasures.

Black-Capped Chicadees smile and call to me, as I leave things in the crotch of the tree in the mornings.

I pondered about silence...

I watched the movie, 'August Rush' twice before my walk. Intense for me. If you haven't seen this, I highly recommend it.
(Seems all the movies I am watching now have to do with stringed instruments???) I also recommend 'The Red Violin' and 'Ladies in Lavender'

Yet it made me realize how strangled I am in the expressing of the music within me.
I choose silent activities; spinning and knitting are primarily silent, and can be done solitarily.
Though I have a deep love and connection to music, I play no instrument.

Perhaps I will work on changing this in 2010.