ed note: I'm always looking for new ways to express an idea within The Story. Today, another first. This chapter has no words written by me. Instead, watch the video and listen to the song. And let your imagination take you into a conversation between Zoe and Von. She is telling him of the last days on Hyneria amidst the rain, working beside his son, Ceru, their hearts reaching out, fulfilling the promise made a few years hence, penned in a letter, given in the rain of eyes reflecting the rain of the heavens above.
Song: Rain (Priscilla Ahn)
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You chose a sensational song for this post. Intense in places, I swear my mouth watered and eyes fluttered at 0:50. We know so little of those days, what we know has been like having a snapshot, a fragmented piece of the whole but within the fragment the whole can be understood. Ceru is such a vital figure, the fact that he no longer lives, that their meeting, Von and Zoe, comes after that fact, that the three will never be in a room together. Perhaps it is the love that they both feel, the memories, but I think instead it is quite simply what we have learned of him, like Papa, his essence is unceasing. I see the sweat on his brow, the determination and honour and pride, pride in those that surround, watching, seeing, the looks exchanged between Zoe and himself and their environment intensifying the moment. Mostly I see them, and it is partly the song, but this is how I saw them before also, from chapters concerned with those last days on Hyneria, in the rain. Different scenes, rain always.
With the two of them, Von and Zoe, influenced no doubt by how you have dealt with them, I sense no rush, few if any questions, long pauses and the connection felt long before anything was really understood.
(I wish I could draw, so I could show you Ceru as I see him.)
On both Rain and Dream, she has a way, so subtle, and I wish I knew more of the mechanics of music to explain, but there are shifts in key, the linger of a note she plays with in a way that no one else could cover, where she pawns the song, very subtle, that when I hear them, it is like an epiphany, as if the heavens opened before me and my heart sees in ways it knows are true.
So, when I hear a song like this, my mind and heart race. I feel myself literally running across an open meadow, faster and faster, and the images flow like warm honey and I feel myself rising, as if gravity no longer applied to me, my arms outstretched as if to open my heart to whatever force is pulling me upward; and this is the place, if you must know, this place above all else, that the great chapters are revealed to me. And as a faithful vessel, I pour them forth upon the blog and stand back and wonder at the experience. Now take that and put it on the fan site. :-D
My cheeks ache and I ain't been spanked. How utterly delightful to hear it described, blessed inspiration and ability to channel it. This is what magic is. Good evening.
The song was wonderful. Did she keep singing all the way through to the end? I was so caught up in a (Mc) Dream (y) that I wasn't sure. Sigh and sigh again.
Then I hit the link and read this:
"There is a reason to turn. I wish I had. The vision of his backside disappearing...... That was the last time I saw my son, the last view I had, the last image ingrained in my mind."
And tears for that.
A very emotion-packed post.
Jen
Thank you Jen. Glad you enjoyed the song. :-)
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