There were stories on the radio today about Passover and the escape from slavery under the Pharaoh by the Israelites. One format was a gathering of various departed relatives in a family which was joined by Frederick Douglas. As a result, there were snippets of music from the days of slavery in this country and southern chain gangs along with the traditional Jewish songs that ran behind the radio dialogue.
I had not previously made such a direct link between the two groups - the memory of having been enslaved. The music and conversation made a good radio show, serious and weighty comments mixed with family banter about parenting and daily habits in a household.
The last story I heard, about God parting the Red Sea so that Moses' people could flee the Pharaoh's army, had especially good timing. It aired about the time that I was realizing my playing at the rehearsal of our trio tonight had been affected because I was still tired from last night's rehearsal of Debussy's "La Mer" with the Vermont orchestra. And it began raining just as we brought the horses in for their evening feed today.
This year seems determined so keep me thinking about precipitation in some form, whether liquid or the solid form that is still on the ground. I stepped onto a pile of snow tonight getting out of my car at the cello player's house.
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