The Intrepid Discoverer - A Journey of a Thousand Miles...
Cedar Walk, Caramoor. photograph by Barbara Prisament
"A journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step" - Lao-tzu
Seven weeks ago I invited you to join me on an adventure as I set out upon an intrepid journey of discovery in search of transcendence through Caramoor's 2013 summer music festival. My self proclaimed task was this:
I will move beyond the limits of my prior experience, and all urges to count off the music Ramones style (1-2-3-4!), placing myself in the audience at the classical, jazz and opera performances that I am curious about and drawn to, but do not normally attend, allowing space for the “not knowing”, and it’s endless possibilities, as I set out to discover the gifts of each.
My hope was that I would gather the inspiration for this journey though my musician and music loving friends as well as my older friends (much older - as in my beloved 600 and 800 year old Sufi poets Hafiz and Rumi) as well as Caramoor itself - it's beautiful setting, knowledgeable staff, and the performances themselves. My goal was to merge with my favorite state in new ways and as often as possible, the state in which time becomes irrelevant, and as Joseph Campbell describes so eloquently, in which we have deeply meaningful experiences of being alive...
...so that our life experiences on the purely physical plane will have resonance within our innermost being and reality, so that we actually feel the rapture of being alive...
...and I have great news! It worked! Time stopped over and over again here this summer - in myriad ways. From the most subtle to the most dramatic, there have been so many "flashes of truth"and the experience has been so expansive, that when I sat down to reflect upon it all in the hope of distilling it's essence - and sharing it with you... I was at an almost total loss for words. I found myself adrift...in Rumi's field:
Out beyond ideas of wrongdoing and rightdoing, there is a field. I'll meet you there.
When the soul lies down in that grass, the world is too full to talk about. Ideas, language, even the phrase each other, doesn't make any sense.
Still, I was certain there was a way to describe it...a simple word or sentiment that would do justice to the journey, I just didn't know what it was yet. So, I decided there was only one thing to do: pack a picnic, gather my children, and head to Caramoor's Friends Field...for the last program of the season: Dancing at Dusk with La Troupe Zetwal - an evening of traditional Haitian drumming and dancing...perhaps my insight, my "word", awaited me there.
And so it came to pass that this past Wednesday evening, as I danced with my children amidst the Haitian drumbeats, the din of the cowbell, the Caribbean rhythms, the folklore dancers in their bright costumes, and the smiling faces of children waving scarves and self-made shakers in the air with their families surrounding us....that I suddenly knew what it was:
And while I long to share more of the particular moments that moved me, suffice to say that the natural beauty, history, and music stopped me in my tracks time and again, just as I'd hoped. And I realized along the way that there is something else...something less tangible, but also abundant, and at the core of the Caramoor experience - and it was only on this last evening, surrounded by summer interns, volunteers and staff - that I was able to really put my finger on it. This place has a spirit...nurtured and kept alive by the people that come here and by those that work and serve here - an esprit de corps, perhaps rooted in Lucie Rosen's original intention to build a place for beauty and for music, that you can feel when you're here and I know that it affects the artists that come here too - you can hear it in their performances - and feel it in the audience...even the birds, who often chime in, seem to know!
Thank you to those of you - music lovers and musicians alike - who joined me on this journey - pausing along the way to read or reflect, to answer my questions, and to help me glimpse what it was about the music that I was discovering that you love. It was an honor to share it with you, your passion and excitement sparked my own in the process, and there were hidden surprises. The journey was not only, as it turned out, about jazz, classical, opera, broadway, and roots music - it was also about embracing the not knowing, it was about vulnerability, it was about freedom, and it was about trust. It was also, quite frankly, about simply showing up and being present. I call it "putting myself in the path of grace", a practice that enables, and allows, experiences to unfold. And what was true for me also appeared to be true for the presenters and the musicians themselves - who also seemed to leave space for the not knowing and the endless possibilities that it created.
My friend, and professional musician, Tim Armacost put it to me this way:
The great artists always try to surprise themselves!
Perhaps that's the most profound gift of all: the realization that we're all in this together, on the same intrepid journey towards fully experiencing the rapture of being alive.
Abundance! And a sneaking suspicion that we have only just begun to scratch the surface of all there is yet to experience, together...
What was your favorite Caramoor moment this summer?