Wisdom from Mozart: Reflections on Life

"Remember" by Geninne from her Etsy store

I talked to someone today who visited Vienna in 2006, when that city celebrated the 250th birthday of Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart. Now, I’ve been a Mozart fan since discovering his music and reading a fascinating biography of his life many years ago. Besides, he was an animal lover and had a wicked sense of humour! What’s not to like?

Anyway, this fellow told me about a Mozart quote he’d heard. When asked where his prodigious talent and beautiful musical compositions came from, Mozart replied that the music “…is there in the morning, but you just have to be careful to not step on it”.

It’s there in the morning – just be careful not to step on it.

That quote hit me very hard, as it summed up all the emotions I’ve had in the past two weeks. These past weeks have been an emotional roller coaster, with a difficult visit to the east coast to see my family (my father in a nursing home, my grandmother in hospital, my mother caught in the middle, my aunts coping with their own health issues, a divorce, and various financial stresses).

So many emotions:

Seeing my father, with whom I’ve been furiously angry for years, so vulnerable and helpless in the nursing home, with his degenerative brain disease taking away his remaining abilities one by one. He has become gentle and sweet, suddenly, because he can no longer rage. His body no longer allows him to throw things and curse and fly into a hurricane of anger like he always did. He is now placid and loving after years of fury. It is hard to remain angry at his soft, helpless body. It is hard to remember what I hated.

Seeing my mother, my good mother (the definition of kindness) be so kind and doting and supportive of my father, despite the fact that he was a dreadful father and a worse husband. She has managed to adapt with his disease, and to forgive a lot of his behaviours. She has explained away a lot of his rage and hate by illness, by mental illness which we now realize was there long before the physical illness. She has made peace with him. She has been there every day for the past 15 years of his illness, while I have been away from home, unhealing, wounds festering. No wonder it is hard for me. I never made peace with him.

My grandmother is sick too. She was in hospital and now living at my aunt J’s house. She is the matriarch. She lost her own sister at age 9 and her own mother at age 15. Then she raised her remaining brothers herself, dirt poor as they were, and then proceeded to have 5 children and a few miscarriages herself, as well as looking after various sick and dying relatives (and a few babies). She milked innumerable cows, hung out countless loads of laundry in the dead of winter, and put a million meals on the table. She lived in an amazing but decrepit old house for most of her life and tolerated my grandfather, who though cultivated and educated, appears to me to have been a thankless bastard. Luckily she has children and grandchildren who love her immensely. We have learned love and loyalty from her and the meaning of “values”. She has become quiet, not saying very much, in the beginning stages of dementia. But there is a peace around her now, that wasn’t there before. For so long, she seemed lost, living in that old house all alone, refusing help, but now I think she is content to be looked after finally. Someone, finally looking after her for a change. I wish I were there to help.

Anyway, so there was all THAT when I went home. Plus I had the flu for a full week of my vacation, which really meant I felt miserable, physically, if the emotional distress wasn’t enough. Mom and I did manage to have fun and some nice chats and it was nice having her bring me ginger ale and the thermometer and Kleenex and making up a bed for me in the living room so I could moan and groan and be sick and still watch daytime tv.

So, where is this all going? Well, where it’s going is that when I was home, despite all the chaos and the emotion, I finally felt peace. Like all the battles I was fighting are over.
I don’t know where or how they ended, but it feels like some stories have come to a close. I no longer need to be angry with my father. That person is gone. A new person has taken his place, someone I can love again.

My mother is still the strong loving person she always was, a constant, but is able to have some time, finally, for her own needs. I still worry over her, but I finally think she will be okay. She is very resilient and is learning to set boundaries and has become a very amazing woman who is incredibly sure of who she is. And who she is is lovely.

My grandmother, caught in caregiver turmoil, seems to be in a pretty peaceful place. I hope my aunts can figure out their differences and try to enjoy her final few months or years of life. She deserves to be looked after, after all.

And what about me? I am not part of the picture day to day. But when I'm back there, I'm 100% part of the fabric of the place and the people, and it is amazing to feel so integral. I normally live a life of quiet anonymity here in the city, far from my own family. I often feel alone and like my life lacks that mystical "meaning" everyone talks about. But all it takes is two weeks at home to realize I am someone. If only to a few other someones.

I often wish my life were bigger, that I’d been a doctor like I’d planned, or that I had some bigger role in the community. I want to start volunteering here, but what I was reminded of is that you can have a big role in the world simply by being a good, kind person. Simply by being good and kind to the others you encounter. That that is enough. To love your kids, your partner, to make one other person’s life better. That you don’t even have to be everything to everyone. You don’t need to be a community hero. You just need to be someone’s hero.

So when I heard that Mozart quote about the music "just being there in the morning", it made me realize that while we storm through life looking for fulfillment and make these grand overtures looking for meaning, all the happiness and meaning in the world is actually right there within our own lives, under our noses. While we're busy looking outside, or off into the distance, or to the wrong things (career, possessions, strangers, books) for meaning, it's actually there right in front of us. The meaning of life is right there at the heart of us, if we just quiet down enough to hear it.

The meaning of life is to love and be loved, to be part of the fabric of a family, and to do your best with the hand you are dealt. To be someone to someone. To help. To be kind. To make the world a brighter place for someone else. To do good. To give of yourself. To be open. To stop being so hard about everything. To stop raging. And to stop beating yourself up. To stop feeling bad about yourself for being too fat or too this or not enough that. You are enough. You are perfect. And the sooner you realize it, the sooner you can start loving yourself (really loving, not pretend loving) and stop resenting everything and stop pushing so hard against life and just start appreciating all the things you are so lucky to have. The meaning of life is to finally realize that you already have everything you need inside you. Just quiet down and listen…

H O M E

I am off to the country to see my dear Mom and the rest of my family. I will be back in two weeks! Hope you are enjoying the spring weather in your part of the world. I'm looking forward to apple blossoms and lilacs and sleeping in at *home*...

Photo: Wakehurst Mansion

Painted Bliss: Before & After

I no longer wish to recall the horror of my green living room and dining room before I decided to paint it a classically beautiful shade of ivory (Benjamin Moore Soft Chamois OC-13).
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I'll start with the AFTER photos first (because they are prettier!) The rooms aren't put together yet darlings...the process is just beginning. We will install new drapes and hardware, a new light fixture in the dining room, and I have lofty plans for a new coffee table and a pretty collection of art for the walls.

What do you think? A soft and tranquil start, I think, and just the effect I wanted.

AFTER:

And a couple of BEFORE photos, with those green walls that I once thought I liked, and the draperies I detest and can't wait to replace!

Kudos to our wonderful and affordable painters:  KC Painting (Casey Zayko) (403) 258-3140

BEFORE:

Decorating gives birth to more decorating...

I’m very happy with the new paint colour on our main floor. Although the colour is much lighter than I’d hoped, it’s a truly lovely shade of off-white and I’m delighted with how airy the room looks. The light walls pick up the light tones in the living room rug, which suddenly seems luminous. Our sage green furniture really stands out and its colour seems softer and prettier than before, when it competed with dark green walls.

We’ve just started putting the rooms back together. We were away this weekend and I’ve been sick with a sinus infection, so I’ll post photos of the "new" space soon. I've taken some of the window coverings down in the living room (for now) and love the extra light. But the living and dining room are still rather bare, and I've hung nothing on the walls, so don't expect much!

Seeing the living room emptied out with its classic light walls makes me want to keep it spare! My old coffee table is hideous and I hate to put it back in the room. We truly need a new one that's lighter and prettier. I’m considering glass (which isn't my first choice for practicality), but it's elegant and classic and lets so much light into a small room (and doesn’t hide the rug!). I adore this one...

Ferguson Copeland Bombe' Cocktail Table, Pompeiian Silver

I’d also like to replace the mirror in our front hall with a more sophisticated one. I'd love a proper antique mirror, but they cost a small fortune! The front hall is narrow, so I’m also considering one of those wall-shelf console thingies, to place under the mirror. The ones I've seen are too ornate for my tastes, but I shall keep looking...

I love the curves of this Chippendale horn mirror, by J.F. Chen

An ornate wall console, from Antiques on Old Plank Road

Deliciously ornate Louis XV mirror from 1st Dibs

We also need to replace the dining room light fixture. I have several ideas in mind, all of which are rather airy and simple. I think I want everything silver-coloured, so I'll have to be careful when I buy the coffee table, mirrors and such to coordinate my metals as best as I can. We eventually need to replace all the kitchen knobs too!

Nickel chandelier, from Circa Lighting

And the walls are crying for art! I have several botanical prints I want to frame, and a number of bird prints and sketches. I find frame shopping rather poor in Calgary, and may have to make or customize (paint) some frames.

We also have two armchairs (one a pink tub-sorta chair, and the other an old grey armchair I inherited) that need replacing/slipcovering and re-upholstering, respectively. I haven’t even started to think about chair options, but when we do buy, I'd like a classic, like a French bergere.
A pair of antique French bergeres, from 1st Dibs

And did I mention the sofa needs pillows too?

The list goes on and on, and we still need to get our home office organized this summer! I’m not sure if it’s a good thing or bad, but this decorating business really never ends.

Photos of the (still bare) living room to come...