Sakiko, how can I thank you? You were not soft and fuzzy and your disapproval of me was visceral. You joined the family when I was 15, and as you had achieved phenomenal status in the world of opera through intense discipline and ‘no nonsense’, you had little patience for my sensitivity and non traditional inclinations.
On one Lake MIchigan evening stroll, I acknowledged your talent, saying that it ‘must be so wonderful to be so clear on what you are to do in this life, and how beautiful that it is to sing!’ You lashed back at me with simmering fire in your eyes that I never forgot. You said that such a compliment came from ignorance…that to know one’s destiny is only the beginning. ..there is a responsibility to it…a respect for it…it becomes your master…and you must obey. It does not just happen. When your calling finds you, you are no longer free…there is a duty, an obligation to it.”
I heard this deeply and took it in.
Needless to say I kept my opinions with Sakiko to myself, but this was a teacher for me.
True calling or not, half heartedness is not acceptable.
We were never friends, but Sakiko, I will find you up there when my time comes. I look forward to us sharing our opinions equally, and I welcome the liklihood that we will see things differently. Even in the great beyond, one’s world can expand…and so tea?
I do wonder if one can have all the buttery crumpets one pleases and not have to worry about bodily consequences…I definitely look forward to THAT. With you.