Thursday, September 21, 2006

Towards what it is about

What I recieved in the form of a comment on the post bellow, which moved me so much, and untied the knot in my spirit, and handed me the reminder of the reason of my soul.


Anonymous JimF said...

Dear rini,

You don't have to think of it as origami pellets dropped in a world of water which unfold and unfold.

As it is that way.

Yesterday I learned that the mother of three childhood friends who was widowed this spring brought her youngest granddaughters to one to your third performance. The girls had never heard opera before.

Now they can't wait to go again. They loved it.

And they haven't stopped talking about you.

It was the only time they have had together where they weren't all missing their grandfather.

So you just keep dropping those origami pellets... even when they insist they're phlegmy hairballs.

No matter how you feel, you keep opening locks in people they didn't know they had.

Which makes, I'd say, a safecracker of the human heart.

L'shana tovah tika tayvah.

8:07 AM  
Blogger Singin'rin said...

L'Shana Tova U'mvorechet, and thank you again! :)

11:29 AM  
Anonymous ml-w said...


Met you while you were doing your Carmen in Montreal in May 2005. Thought you were lovely, talented and a hell of a Carmen.

I felt in my gut - after reading your posts about your illness - exactly what you went through. Any of us who sing professionally have been through it as well. It's our own personal physical and psychological hell.

Whatever the illness or the reviewers made of what you did on stage, you know you have something important to do and say and something lovely to craft. Your grit IS Carmen. So there you are - this illness made you the embodiment. And that is to be admired.

What doesn't kill us makes us stronger. Courage!!

9:40 AM  
Blogger Singin'rin said...

Thank you for your very nice comment, Merci Bien! :)

12:50 PM  

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