LIGHT in the SHADOWS of GREATNESS

A Tribute to Vitya Vronsky Babin

In attending Cleveland Institute of Music (CIM) for one of my Master’s degrees (this one in Performing Arts), I was awakened to what all it takes to learn by leading: In this case, my learning experience was all about offering leadership: Cueing accompanists, arranging music scores, conducting instrumentalists, and stagecrafting whole productions. 

Awaiting a Performance… (Photo Cred: Rob Laughter, Unsplash)

In addition to my graduate work, I needed to suss out viable part-time jobs that would pay the mounting bills that came due, amidst a twin set of specialized, top-drawer masters degrees.

I vividly remember that there was a day that was notably nondescript — until I was called to the office of the Institute’s Director, Grant Johannesen. After inviting me to sit, he then stated, “Our meeting time now will be something of an interview with you. Do you agree to this?”

“Indubitably,” I replied, suddenly nervous and all ears. He then smiled warmly and observed, “Indubitably? Ah Yes, you have the makings of a Wordsmith! I have taken notice of a unique writing style in your correspondence, PenDell — one that was reviewed by the Institute’s Selection Committee prior to our admitting you to CIM.” (“Where is this going?,” thought I …) 

He continued, “Here, I have several specific questions to ask you: Do you have a safe driving record, and an insured car here locally, one that is in good condition?”

I attempted to sound nonchalant, “Yes, I do, Sir. Would you like me to drive somewhere soon?”

“Yes, probably many times. The point is, we have someone here who needs ongoing transportation to and from our campus here.”

When I disclosed that my license doesn’t allow minors to be chauffeured for hire, he chuckled, “No, this person is not a minor. She heads the piano department here at CIM.”

“Is that department head still Madame Vitya Vronsky Babin?” When he nodded Yes, I knew that I was captured by awe over the legendary fame of such an one!

“Do you know of her?” he asked, intrigued. In reply, I stated that I had done extensive research on the Institute’s faculty (including him, the Director) when I was first considering applying there.

Hence, from what I had learned about CIM faculty members, I had been utterly engaged and amazed by the phenomenal, worldwide success that Vronsky & Babin had achieved as a pair. Newsweek acknowledged them as “The most brilliant two-piano team of our generation.” Time magazine called them “One of the foremost duo pianists of the 20th Century.”

They were both interested in collecting fine art pieces, and were friends with others of similar interests, including great composers Igor Stravinsky and Darius Milhaud.

All the while, strikingly evident to everyone was their deeply-felt love and adoration for each other, as well as their disciplined dedication to making sublime music together.

At the end of my “interview,” Dr. Johannesen affirmed that he perceived me as being quite well suited for work with Madame Vitya; that he would give to her an enthusiastic recommendation in my favor; and, when Madame Vitya agrees, he would inform me of when she wants to meet me. 

Long story shorter — The next step, my face-to-face meeting with my new boss,  unfolded very nicely. Two subtle but telling elements that made an impression on her are outlined, as follows:

  1. When I referred to Grant Johannesen as Dr. Johannesen, and she let me know that he was not a physician, I (A) reminded Madame Vitya that he had in fact been awarded an honorary PhD degree from Case Western Reserve University, nearby in Cleveland; And (B) I would always address or refer to Grant Johannesen as Dr. Johannesen, out of my great respect for him and for his mighty contribution to CIM and to the Arts in general.
  1. When Madame Vitya asked me if I knew how to do anything beyond my driving the auto — Among other things, I described teenage experiences of my father mentoring me in the Art of Concierge, as well as other various personal assistance and liaison functions for executives. (His own work included ongoing, in-person consultations with Dale Hewlett and Dave Packard, whenever one or both of them were present at the Hewlett-Packard facility in Loveland, Colorado.)

Thereafter, I drove Madame Vitya in her Lincoln Continental via a direct route between CIM’s campus in Cleveland and her elegant townhouse in upscale Shaker Heights. And sometimes on the way, she would readily wax wistful with recollections of precious times at home with her dearly-departed Victor.

Now, I delighted in regularly escorting Madame Vitya to her favorite local restaurants, where I nurtured a first-name rapport with the chef and head waiter, complete with subtle two-way, head nodding, eye-winking sign language.

Sometimes, I might “make the rounds” momentarily visiting staff members — especially at times when Dr. Johannesen was available to dine with us. Then, after most every course, I had a reason to leave the table, so that those two had some time and space to themselves.   

When not mobile, I accompanied Madame Vitya to many of her meetings where my detailed note-taking was a necessity. And then, there were the inevitable errands and grocery runs, though Madame Vitya was always prepared, highly organized, remarkably adroit with a grocery basket, and in silent, yet clear command of me handling the big grocery cart.

Amidst it all, I was fortunate to be a happy, young workaholic in good physical, vocal, and scholastic health, while earning a generous salary. 

In my last month there, with encouraging support from both Dr. Johannesen and me, Madame Vitya was preparing to revive her first concertizing without Victor — albeit with three specified conditions:

Any profits from concerts would go to the Institute’s Student Aid Fund; compositions by Victor would be well represented, and Grant Jonannasen (Victor’s original protege and then his successor at CIM) would be Vitya’s sole partner for any two-piano repertoire.

Along the way, Grant Johannesen talked with Vitya about me, after I graduated, being their tour manager for events in distant locations. Days afterward, he mentioned their short but sweet conversation. Evidently, her prompt reply was this:

“Oh No, Grant — While at work with you and me, Dear PenDell illuminated the shadows inherent in Our so-called Greatness. Now it is High Time that He Brings to Light Greatness of his Own.”

Madame Vitya passed away at home 20 years after Victor did. And she was subsequently interred in the same place as was Victor — at their other home near Santa Fe, New Mexico — Rancho Piano.

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So, here and now, 45 years later, I still often sense the majestic essences of Madame Vitya’s Greatness celestially illuminated and shining on us here on Earth. I can still contact her now: 

Madame Vitya — Your ineffable, lovingly-remembered Spirit “visits” me at times when you know that I am filled with thankfulness for the Love I am blessed to receive and offer up in return. 

Thank You and Bless You, Magnificent “Madame Vitya” …

And Now, I Release You, as You, Victor and Grant Have Released Me.

For Indeed, WE Are ONE …      

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Brave Enough

The New Day Blooms …

An outstanding presentation by Amanda Gorman, the 22-year-old Youth Poet Laureate, was widely heralded as an inspiration gracing President Joe Biden’s Inauguration ceremony. The culminating verse proclaimed a powerful declaration, as follows:

“When day comes, we step out of the shade, Aflame and unafraid,
The new day blooms as we free it. For there is always light,
If only we are brave enough to see it. If only we are brave enough to Be it.”

Aflame & Unafraid

There have been times in my 69 years when I questioned whether I was brave enough. 

As some of you know — almost 4-1/2 years ago now, I contracted a rare, chronic autoimmune disease that belabored me for several delirious weeks, followed by another prolonged period of time when I was, in no way, cognizant of the everyday life I had been blessed to live before. 

One day (out of the blue), I became newly aware of the Spirit-guided nature of my true Being. It felt as if my obedient, yet stressed body and soul were being nurtured by serene slumbers — While being intrinsically held, actuated, and sustained from above and beyond the dimensions and dynamics of time, space, and any human sense of separation, one from another.

Surrounded by that sublime stillness and deep peace, I could steward an innate knowing that supplants intellectual knowledge, and ease that makes light of “dis-ease” (the absence of ease). 

The essence of Spirit thereof was an apt depiction of Amanda Gorman’s poetic statement: “There is always Light — If we are brave enough to see It, If we are brave enough to Be It”.

Nowadays, here “at home” — Working with the weekly blog these last five months — I have come to know that we have only just begun to “light up” All that can be manifested and expressed!

Parenthetically, I realize that, heretofore, I have been reluctant to present a range of esoteric elements which may well be truly “ineffable” (ie, indescribable beyond words) — All the while, I desired not to come off as sounding theoretical, impractical, or abstractly belief-ridden.

Albeit in the end, the true remedy for all such challenges is two-fold: Outward and Upward:

OUTWARD: To Practice an Abiding Simplicity in All Facets of Daily Living and Serving — And …

UPWARD: To Constantly Let Go into the Ever-Present Spirit, where there is a resistance-free Openness that witnesses One’s highest Self continually affirming the Word expressed:

“I AM Spirit — YOUR Spirit —
One with the Eternal Field of Light.
I AM with You and In You, Brave One —
Above & Beyond any material illusions —

We Are One —
As We Have Always Been — As We Now Are —  & As We Will Forever Be
— I in You, and You in Me —
In the Eternal Present Moment of Light Shining
And the Dawn of the New Day Blooming
SELAH

My Melanie

I love our love stories

Over four years ago, yet months after the inception of a chronic autoimmune disorder that affected my brain and central nervous system, and then subsequent residence in rehab, Melanie moved me back to our home of many years. By then I had convalesced to a point at which I remembered who I was, but maybe not always instantly recalling where or when I was!

My Melanie and Me

One day, a memory lapse came over me. It was of a sufficient degree that I wandered out into the back yard and inquired of a beautiful lady gardening there as to what that separate little house out back was doing back there. (It was in actuality our long-standing garden shed.) 

In reply, the lady was forward enough to hold both of my hands, then give me a hug. Startled, I took a step back from her, stared, and then I asked, “And so, who are you?”

She gazed into my eyes with a continual grin. Then, after a few seconds her grin turned quizzicle, and she answered, “My name is Melanie.”

 It was then that a light of recognition dawned on me. “MY Melanie?” I asked, with some confusion. “Yes, my Dear Love. You are my Heart.” Her eyes filled with caressing concern.  

Then after, we have made sure we give each other daily mail, notes, greeting cards, or sweet bite chocolates. This last month yielded me a beautiful birthday card, with a note that said this:

To My Husband on Your Birthday

HAPPY BIRTHDAY
I love our Love Story —
The ups, the downs, the twists and turns –,
The moments that keep us together on this journey …

I love looking back to the day we met,
Remembering all those moments that
Now dwell forever in my heart.

I love knowing that time has made us stronger,
And brought us even closer together …

And when I think about tomorrow, wondering what our Love Story will hold,
I know it’ll be wonderful, because I’ll be sharing It with You.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY

My Darling and Dearest Love,
I am Blessed beyond Words by
Your Strength, Courage, Joy, Humor, and
Reverence for Life and God

You Are My Heart ..
Your Melanie

Mind, Mood, and Memory

Among the usual daily dozen of unrequested marketing mailings that I find stuffed in my mailbox, I recently came across a poochy, padded envelope. Upon opening it, I found a general form letter of introduction, a logo-laden “2021” wall calendar; a large sheet of tiny return address stickers with my (often misspelled) name on each, and finally a stack of mass-mailed sales material offering me and many a $1-a-month subscription, titled, “Mind, Mood, & Memory” 

Mailbox

Initially quizzical about its purpose, I soon discovered that — even with it reflecting rather dense marketing approaches aimed to impress — its central content was sourced from Massachusetts General Hospital — rated tops in the field of aging and general health. 

“Mind, Mood, & Memory” aims to emphasize a healthy balance in one’s state of mind. This sustains physical energy and vitality, while reducing (or at least postponing) effects of aging.

Mind — Providing the means by which one centers one’s “world” via conscious, uplifting intent;
Mood Noting temporary (often momentary) reactions that influence subconscious emotions;
Memory Honing faculties for rehearsing, processing, then storing experiences from the past.

How opportune this reminder was!: Because, just a day before, I had rediscovered a rationale that I originally developed and taught to college music students years ago. And, for decades since, I have found it to be useful in my own meditations and other personal growth processes.

As an approach to releasing memories of personal challenges in the past, it provides a matrix for using literary sources as present-day templates to help retrain mindset, mood, and memory.

Here’s a good example of a text (song lyrics, in this case) that specifically presents this model: An aria here, from the modern pop opera, “Les Miserables”, begins with warm reminiscences of “times gone by” and then suddenly turns toward forlorn feelings of grief and anger, as follows: 

“I dreamed a dream in times gone by, When hope was high and life worth living.
I dreamed that Love would never die, I dreamed that God would be forgiving.
Then I was young and unafraid; And dreams were made, and used, and wasted.
There was no ransom to be paid — No song unsung, no wine untasted.

“But the tigers come at night, with their voices soft as thunder.
As they tear your hope apart as they turn your dream to shame.
I had a dream my life would be so different from this hell I’m living,
So different now from what it seemed; Life killed the dream I dreamed.”

Now, if this were a narrative of one of my own real-life experiences (albeit poetic), I would address the first four lines only, and change that text from past to future. Doing so would be worded as something like what follows herein below:

“I’ll Dream my Dream as Time goes by, While Hope is Nigh and Life IS Living.
I Know that Love will Never Die, I Know that God Gives Vast Abundance.

“Now I am Sage and Made Aware that We are Here for One Great Purpose,
And our Greatness shows by day, And our Voice Bespeaks Sheer Wonder.  

“There is No Contest to be Won, for there is Only Life Eternal.
And the Dream Here Now is Done. Love Abides Forevermore.” 

So, I ongoingly nurture my own writing style to focus and sustain a pure, positive expression of Love, Truth, and Life. In addition, I give keen attention to ranges of literary and other artistic sources (those from all eras and genres) that provide Inspiration and Life-sustainability for All.   

Your Generous & Gracious Input is Gratefully Received Anytime. as always …
PenDell 

Listen to I Dreamed a Dream sung by Susan Boyle  — (Skip ads)

Emanation-Actuated Resonance

A Sanguine Setting for Being

There are currently tumultuous days in America — what with 4% of the world’s population in the USA now facing 20% of the global pandemic load — while governance is disenfranchising itself.   

In pensive times like these — when individual, hence collective, sadness and fear may well fester grief and anger — there is a sanguine “Spirit on High” heralding a cardinal Truth for all Mankind: 

“YOU are each a Divine Being with a unique, perfectly suited consciousness that you yourself requested and received at the moment of your own sacred incarnation into the realms of Earth.”

“That gift of your Divine Nature remains absolutely impervious at the core of your soul. And Now is when you can be assured of the true purpose and safe directions where your Journey goes.”

My own responsibility for living on Earth is based in my awareness and resultant attention to the invisible emanations that imbue my visible creative fields of manifestation and expression.

In this phase of my life, I am finely attuned to Currents that move me, speak to and through me, inform me, and care for me. As these Currents shape my expression in this world, I feel the emanation and the resonance which is me. It is Emanation-Actuated Resonance (E.A.R.). 

As the Currents come to me, I discern pristine sonic elements from the invisible Source of Life Energy that emanates fully in all of Creation — including our reality of tangible forms on Earth.

In a previous phase of my life, I studied music and sound in depth. A key element of the study was ear training that helped me precisely fine-tune to the accurate pitch, melody, harmonies, and timbres of a wide range of varied sounds.

I currently find that this honed skill from my earlier development of years ago now serves to assist my renewed ability to attune with different, yet kindred ranges of vibratory Current. Albeit these present currents are not “sonic” per se, they are “currents of the Heart” that fluidly blend with me in my current E.A.R. experience.

Blessings are poured into and through me in this process. The flow of Current through me generates a “sacred” (silently fertile) creative field for currents of Emanation that Actuate amidst the peaceful, still Resonance of a sanguine setting for Being.

This is my sacred wish today: Peace Be Unto Us, Each & All …
PenDell