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A dream is a wish your heart makes ...
when you're fast asleep ...
This Christmas "Gift" story was written Christmas of 2000.
The dream came true, March 20, 2004
MUSIC
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I was fortunate enough to be
the recipient of a 6th row seat at an Elton John concert this year.
Before Sir John began his concert, I had experienced a disappointment and
was not in the best of moods, but when he began to play and sing, his music
transported me to a place that music takes me
it is a place that
soothes, that smoothes the rough edges, that gives and gives and gives. Music
has always been a gift to me
everyone that knows me, knows that. It is a
gift that fills my complete being
it is a gift I understand and one I
must give.
ART
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As
much as music was a gift given to me, art was not. I cannot draw a
straight line. Much of the impressionistic art I really don't
understand and don't like
but other art captivates me, offering a gift of
a different kind
one that I am incapable of giving. Such an
experience was given to me at A Chorus of Lights, the art collection
of Sir Elton John on display at the Atlanta High Museum of Art. I
attended with a friend and was very moved at this incredible collection.
Much of the display was photographs, which captured the era of my mother as
a young woman and me as a teenager. I stood transfixed in front of one
photograph of a lone woman standing on a roadside by a single tree.
Tears were suddenly in my eyes and I wasn't sure why.
DREAMS
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I do not paint, I do not draw
but I
dream, and some of my dreams are works of art. There is one particular dream
that I wish I could paint. It will have to remain a work of art in my
head; my hands create music, not pictures! The dream was similar to
the young woman in the Elton John display. A lone woman, dressed in a
long, white Gibson-style dress and hat had walked alone, three-quarters of
the way up a steeply graded road. It was a difficult walk for her
she was also wearing very high, white heels! On either side of the
road were many people watching her struggle up the hill. Suddenly, a
gentleman to her left came out of the crowd and extended his hand
together they continued ... her struggle suddenly diminished ... the dream
ended at that moment, but it gave me hope of perhaps a gift to come
someday!
~ Beverly Smith Zacharias
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