Tonight, on a cold February night, Peezer had to work on part of his multi-day assignment on a president of his choice. For reasons too numerous to list here, I just was not up to helping him. Fortunately, his Dad was. And in exchange, I happily donned coat and hat and gloves to walk Mac - usually Curt's job, typically something I avoid, but I was eager for the trade tonight.
So the dog and I are walking up the road to the clearing where the power lines run through. I looked up and I saw A SHOOTING STAR! - and also Orion. And I can never see Orion in the winter sky without remembering 5th/6th grade in Mrs. Cameron's class in "the Annex" at Millerstown Elementary School - we had what seemed like lots and lots of time (which I anticipated and loved) devoted to music education - and when she would take requests, the song "Orion" was in heavy rotation. (And so were "Lemon Tree" and "There's a Hole In My Bucket" - both of which make me want to gouge out my eardrums to this day. But ORION!) She was an excellent pianist (I'm sure she still is), and we gathered 'round the piano a couple times a week and sang:
Orion is a-Risin'
You can see his stars a-blazin' in the middle of the clear-eyed country sky
And it's never too surprisin'
That the sky is still amazin' way out here where nothin' hides it from my eyes
Sleepin' outside in a bag as a kid seems like the best thing that I ever did
Chasin' the shadows and the tracks in the snow, don't ya know.....
The day is gettin' colder
And I really start to wonder why they're cloudin' all the country skies to gray
The world is gettin' older
You can hear it in the thunder and the rain might come and chase us all away
The moon is on the wane
And it looks like it might rain or maybe snow
How are we to stay here
If there's no room left to play here or to grow
Don't ya know, don't ya know
I didn't appreciate the lyrics then, though they have stuck in my brain as a perpetual earworm since the early 1980s, but I see now that they were about growing up in the country, which I did, and appreciating the wide open spaces we were fortunate to have - spaces that enabled us to see the night sky in all its expansive vibrance.
God, I was so blessed.
So I'm here in the suburbs and I'm walking the dog, looking up at the stars and humming my 35+ year earworm, relishing in the shooting star that was surely placed there JUST FOR ME, and I start thinking about Peezer, at home working on some poster about President Kennedy, and how last night he was tooting his clarinet at his school's winter concert:
And you know what? That group of fourth graders, who began playing those instruments just four months ago, who get about 30 minutes A WEEK in instrumental music instruction (seriously, how can anyone possibly think that's enough??) - they played several recognizable melodies. As a group. TOGETHER. And whenever a group of ANY AGE HUMANS performs any kind of music together - even if it's a bunch of out-of-tune woodwinds - IT'S MAGICAL.
MUSIC. What a blessing.
Whether it's "Hot Cross Buns" on the (flat) Clarinet (I guess they tune in middle school?), or "Orion" in my head by a bunch of farm kids in the 1980s, or The Steel Wheels in 2015 (Roots / bluegrass by this band of guys that just has my heart lately), music is a universal language... and so are the stars, and maybe presidential homework isn't, or maybe it is, but February, which I really have come to dread in the past decade - maybe February is not actually the worst month after all. All things considered.