This morning, as I traded written words with God, my thoughts turned to acclaimed cellist, Yo Yo Ma. Below is an excerpt.
I forgot about Yo Yo Ma. I was going to write about Yo Yo Ma. Apparently, I’m not enough of a musical nerd to have heard his stuff before, but we watched one of his live performances on New Years Eve. Holy crap. That’s about all you can say when you see a guy like Yo Yo Ma doing his thing – holy crap.
It’s not his talent that has me so dumbstruck – though his talent is staggering. It’s his PASSION. No, passion isn’t quite the word. He’s obviously a passionate man, but that’s not quite as unusual as the abandonment to holy pleasure so evident on his face. His expression when he plays the cello – it’s crazy, but I swear it’s like a man making love to his long time wife. A perfect mix of giving and receiving and creating and discovering – all evident on the face of a strikingly normal looking guy. You could see Yo Yo walking down the street, and well…you probably wouldn’t see him, because he’s a forgettable looking fellow – if there’s no cello in his hand, that is. But you put him in his divinely appointed element – BAM! You’ll never forget him.
You know why his performances are so captivating? I think I’ve nearly put a finger on it. It’s not his talent, and it’s not his passion, and it’s not the obvious pleasure on his countenance. It’s you. It’s like the man is engaged in a divine sort of dance – a forever dance – and you are his dance partner. It’s like Yo Yo coming home from a long term mission, and as he returns to the place he loves, there you are – music playing, ready to dance. He’s found his way home, into the arms of his celestial dancer.
I’d love a bit of that in my life, thank you.
Categories: dreams and visions, Life, life events
Legionwriter 
A very awesome write up… thank you
Thanks for reading, my friend. Much appreciated.
Reblogged this on myatheistlife and commented:
Now this is how to do a write up/ review.
If you don’t know what the sounds are that this review is talking about, get your fingers moving on the Google machine.
You can’t hear it, but I’m applauding over here. I really have nothing else to say, just applause.
Applause is always a fine thing. š
Great seeing you around the neighborhood, Ms S. How you been?
Thank you! I’m finally getting back to blogging after a long hiatus: it’s good to be back!
My girlfriend who went to Music and Art HS tells stories of many musicians that have climatic experience while playing. I think they are so blessed to have such love and passion for something. Something that is beautifully shared.
Truly so. Thank you. š
Agree with myatheistlife; a great write-up! Thanks for sharing. The closest I get to this kind of experience is listening to music turned waaaay up. š
Is there any better way to listen to music? Thanks for reading!
I was crying 15 seconds in. š Thanks for sharing, Lucas.
Thanks to you as well, Cara. š
Reblogged this on idealisticrebel and commented:
He got it. Every bit of what makes the performance shine.
Thanks so my, dear lady
My daughter was liaison to Yo Yo Ma’s Silk Road Project at RISD. She got to know him and the other musicians and she loved it. By the way, my daughter taught herself piano and she plays the violin and a couple of years ago she took up playing the cello.
Yo Yo Ma is truly a master at the cello, when he plays he becomes the music. The man behind the music comes out through the instrument. Or at least that is what I hear. He is a lovely person, you cannot fake that.
Definitely nothing fake about ole Yo Yo. Thanks for stopping by!