Riverside on a fall day - by Tommia Wright

So now that the stumbling, fumbling and slow tumbling of figuring out the toggles that boggle this mind about blogs, time to look at things through a new light.

Why do I write? What words formed by the dots may not always be right, but a day isn’t complete unless something’s brought to light. In this case, the challenge of music, changing seasons and rivers flowing by.

What is it about Holst’s recording of the Planets that is so moving and powerful that a key piece was used for Carl Sagan’s Cosmos? Is it in the illustration through instrumentation that illuminates the infinite possibilities in the skies above and beyond us? Is it how the bass can beat steadily like our own hearts, or the playfulness of the strings and horns that remind us of children at play? Listen to Mercury – the Winged Messenger and it is easy to see a group of children playing outdoors in the park on a sunny – or in this part of the region, a typical, overcast day.

A few of us couldn’t help but marvel at the sight of last night’s full moon, the way it glowed in its own right with hues and tinges of yellow and orange. A couple of us wished we had a camera to capture the moment, the mystique, the magnificant sight. Imagine our surprise when one passerby took less than a second’s glance and shrugged. Is it because such beauty by day- or moonlight is taken for granted or that just the notion of getting through the day’s routine has dulled the senses to all that surround us? True, what time we have here, in this town, in this state, on this planet may not be long – it could be shorter or longer than we think – but it is important to remember that throughout the various stages of light (as Jupiter, Bringer of Jollity gives way to Saturn, Bringer of Old Age), that the world is more than what we see and hear and yet the most precious treasures lie just beyond or buried within what we see and hear.