Lately I have noticed a “blue” state of mind. I have always known I was susceptible. Hey, I even cry at supermarket openings.
I know much of what causes me to be blue are all the electronics… for the most part the computer and the cell. Land lines are almost obsolete so I don’t count them.
Well, I don’t know about you, but I can’t turn any of them on without being bombarded by explosive negativity. Words and phrases like EMERGENCY, URGENT, DISASTER, IT’S OVER, WE ARE FINISHED… pound my susceptible nature and I find myself thinking about building a bomb shelter like they did in the ‘50’s. The worst thing about this happening is that I don’t even recognize how profoundly I am being affected by all this negativity. So, how did I discover that I was depressed, blue, anxious and negatively affected?
I went to a high school music concert.
All right, I shall admit it wasn’t an ordinary high school. It was the Interlochen Arts Academy in the woods of Interlochen, Michigan. A school well known for its music program, as well as for its dance, drama and art programs.
The siren call for me was my granddaughter, Kiri. Kiri is a fine French Horn player and she is graduating the high school this May and this past weekend was a weekend of final concerts. I had to puddle hop to get there, which if I was only a little depressed before getting on those tin cans called planes sunk me even lower.
The first concert was Friday night and I watched and heard over an hundred young musicians play some very difficult music and fill the concert hall with such a gift of passion and talent…straight from the Bible my friends it was a “…joyful noise.”
After the concert I noticed a spring in my step that wasn’t there before.
The six horns she plays and studies with gave their concert Saturday afternoon. One after the other played their solos and some horn concertos. The spring in my step was by now almost a leap. Who says Nanas can’t jump!
Sunday was the piece de resistence. Beethoven’s 9th Symphony. Combining the Traverse City Symphony with the Interlochen Choir, 100 musicians and 100 choristers. Climaxing with the last movement of the Symphony, Ode To Joy, the rafters of the concert hall shook not just from the instruments and the chorus but from the emotions the music provoked from the audience as we followed every note in rapture, leading to a thousand people standing and screaming bravo, stamping their feet. And suddenly the classical music hall morphed into a rock concert with music by Beethoven.
Now I didn’t spring, I didn’t leap, I didn’t jump, I flew out of the hall. And that’s when I discovered I had been depressed. And I wasn’t anymore.
And that lift came from high school students disciplined and enthralled by what they do .
OK SJ, get with the program. Yes, I can either go back to my electronic mood swinging instruments (computer, cell) which carries with it so much negativity or I can find my own Ode To Joy.
Hey, guys, if 14 to 18 year olds can give such joy and pleasure and here is the most important word, HOPE, then THIS is my antidote for the blues.
Love ~ SJ