The director of the Russian Choir I used to sing with called me this week. They are doing a production of Mascagni's
Zanetto with MidAmerica Productions at Carnegie Hall. He asked if I wanted to sing with them-- it's only a few rehearsals and the concert is on June 4th. So, I agreed. They are currently rehearsing at the Nicholas Roerich museum, so that's where I was when the text from N came in.
This is my favorite painting at the museum. Roerich was one of those theosophists-- of the Madame Blavatsky crowd.
Anyway, I have a lot to update here, but I'm too exhausted and too shaken right now to do it. I need to drink some Perrier and lay in bed and watch some TV.
Then I need to try to remember that I live in reality now and it doesn't have to be that bad.
love,
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This is my favorite painting at the museum. Roerich was one of those theosophists-- of the Madame Blavatsky crowd.
3 comments:
I love that painting too, it's so mature and childlike all in one.
I'm still so very proud of you and glad I met you!
I wish I could give you a hug. Hang in there.
The painting is beautiful. I can see why you like it. Keep your head up. You are strong.
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