I'm a word collector.
Snippets that resonate with me stick to me. They may be from a book, a song, a movie, a play, or someone I talk to. They add up to what I've called before, The Library of Me. They shape me. They guide me. I draw on them for inspiration, and many times they bubble up and announce themselves. They reread themselves to me in a loud internal voice. They come to me to tell me things.
I've been home from New York for nearly a month now. One of the plays I saw early on was a production of Pericles. I'd never read or seen it. It just so happened I was considering a scene from it for my Shakespeare course at the same time. I remember something catching my eye, "Music of the Spheres" and seeing the definition. The music of the Universe. Music we can't actually hear. I wanted to know more.
I forgot about it.
Until the last few days it came knocking.
I couldn't remember exactly what it was I read or what character said it. A few nights ago I finally found it. It was Pericles himself.
In reading about The Music of the Spheres, or Musica Universalis, I came across a beautiful blog:
Tango Therapist: Tango and the Music of the Spheres
I don't know why it's on my mind or what it's trying to tell me. I'll keep reading. I'll let you know.
Today I stumbled upon this TED talk. It left me wiping away tears and getting the chills like crazy: