Modern Music: A Composer's Journal, Entry December 6, 2004
By Laurie M Conrad
Posted: Saturday, December 11, 2004
Last edited: Friday, December 17, 2004
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Twentieth century composer Laurie Conrad lives in Ithaca, NY. Cds of her works are now available at www.figarobooks.com
Monday, 9 a.m. Windgarth
Woke to a bright, grey sky & went to the windows. Geese were lined up in strands & traveling south in single file by our dock. Threw on my winter jacket & a blue thermal blanket & went outside wrapped like a Tibetan monk - a pale blue monk in some disarray (vs the traditional dark maroon). A small snow had begun, the sort you can barely see in the wind, tiny, cold impersonal flakes. A sizeable clump of geese had also gathered near Ester’s dock, a few houses north. It appeared as though every goose on the lake had come to our little enclave. I came back inside & many of the geese had formed a circle on the lake, directly beyond our dock. I made some decaf & looked out the window again & they had all disappeared - the lake was empty. A lone white gull, in the center of the lake quickly traveling north.
3 p.m.
A light mist over the lake, the water now grey, reflecting the sky. The waves dark & wintery, restless in the wind, almost menacing. The snow has already melted & the moving deer JF bought us, unlit, stand sentinel. One is gazing at the lake, expectant - the other’s head is reaching towards the earth. Graceful & innocent & unmoving. When plugged into our outdoor outlet their heads move slowly & meditatively, either side to side or towards & away from the earth. At night, they are riveting to look at, outlined by their strands of small, clear & brilliant lights. It is the same for us all really, here on earth - we think that we are only the body & our thoughts and we forget the inner constellations which are our true Selves, the soul. That immensity & Brilliance that is our very Being. We limit the soul, we limit ourselves.
I will be going back to town in a few hours. Then I will write in the final corrections to Bob’s printing up of Mt. I. A few changes, not many, mainly missed flats & sharps.
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