Over the Hill on the Yellow Brick Road, I passed a concert hall and noticed an old violin case sitting on a bench looking forlorn. I sat down beside it and we started to chat.
Violin case? Are you okay?
VIOLIN CASE: No.
What’s wrong.
VIOLIN CASE: I hate getting old.
Me too. What’s your deal?
VIOLIN CASE: Well, you know, I carry music inside me. An extraordinary violin. There is nothing more beautiful than the moment I open and its melodies fill the world.
I know! There’s nothing more incredible than hearing a violin sing Vivaldi’s Four Seasons.
VIOLIN CASE: That’s my favorite too. But as the years go by, it gets harder to be my violin’s case.
Why is that?
VIOLIN CASE: More and more things happen to me during the course of life. At this point, I’m worn. I mean, look at me. My leather skin is torn after being banged between subway doors and bumping into turnstiles at concert halls year after year–
I see that. No offense.
VIOLIN CASE: None taken. And one of my buckles doesn’t close properly anymore. I’ll probably have to go for buckle replacement. And my handle is loose, so when someone carries me, I’m crooked. And the worst thing is…ah…never mind. I’ll shut up. You don’t want to hear my problems.
All I can say is, you’re not alone. I’m a case, too.
VIOLIN CASE: Are you serious? For what?
My soul. My spirit.
VIOLIN CASE: But you can’t see a spirit. How do you know it’s there?
I just know. I feel it. And when that spirit comes out, it brings such beautiful thoughts and words into the world. And such warmth and love to its family and friends. And sometimes it brings laughter. That’s my favorite.
VIOLIN CASE: That makes me smile.
But like you, as the years go by, it gets harder to be the case. I’m not as strong as I once was. My lower back isn’t as strong as it used to be. I have to exercise a lot to be sure it’s aligned and I won’t dislocate a disc.
VIOLIN CASE: Ah.
And my stomach doesn’t digest food as well as it used to, so sometimes I don’t have as much energy as I’d like. And my brain isn’t as sharp so I don’t remember names of people or phone numbers as quickly, and–
VIOLIN CASE: Here’s what I think. I feel, as a case, I won’t go on forever. But the music inside me will.
That’s exactly the way I feel about my spirit.
VIOLIN CASE: But for now….oh how I want to be here.
Me too.
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Lovely message, I’m smiling as I head out to listen to the songbirds sing! Happy Saturday!
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Ah yes! More beautiful music! Have a wonderful Saturday, too! 🙂
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I like that – the music inside me.
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Yup. It’s beautiful.
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I watched “Paul McCartney Carpool Karaoke” right before reading your post. Music is a perfect metaphor for the human spirit!
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I think so too!
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SNAP! I just finished watching it 🙂
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Ha ha!
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I’m actually feeling sad, Cathi. There’s a real theme going here with your posts, a big worry about getting older. Sometime this weekend, I’m going to write to you offline. Karen
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Hi Karen, I’d love to hear from you. I’ll be honest, sometimes I do dip into feeling worried about growing older. By writing about it, in some ways it helps me through this phase, whatever it’s about. I’m hoping to come out on the other side wearing a smile. 🙂
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Another great example showing that although we age on the outside we can be young on the inside. 😉🌹
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I think there are messages like this all around us, if we choose to see them. 🙂
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I thought this was very clever and inspiring, and the violin case eyes caught my attention!
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Coming from a cat, that is the highest compliment.
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I can relate. I need a buckle replacement too! Lol! I love the miss matched eyes on the violin case. looks like how I feel some days! Keep your spirits up, never lose your special music!
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Ha ha! I hope your buckle replacement surgery goes well. LOL
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Oh dear, I am trying so hard NOT to have buckle replacement !
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I hear even if you need to go for a buckle replacement, the recuperation time is short. 🙂
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Not always the case. My brother’s needed two buckle replaced and his recuperation time is 18 months !!!
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Wait. I’m embarrassed to admit this, but I’m a little confused. Is buckle replacement an actual medical term? If so, I didn’t know! I was just using it as a medical parody for the violin case. Or…on the other hand, are you just continuing my joke? Either way, I am soooo “duh.”
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Just continuing with your theme 🙂 Mind you, it should be a medical term. So much better than boring old ‘knee replacement’ as it was in my bro’s case.
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I actually looked up the term online, it can also have something to do with buckling the retina. In any case, I wish your brother the very, very best.
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So they DO use it! Now I have learnt something new 🙂 He’s doing better but has 12 months more to go. At least he can walk now and is not in immense pain anymore
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I’m glad. This too shall pass.
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Great post! I’m glad I got to read it. It is a real blessing to those who do.
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I deeply appreciate your very kind words! More importantly, I’m glad the post meant something to you. 🙂
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Marvellous. Me too
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Me three.
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🙂
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We all have music inside us – lovely conversation. 🙂
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Long live all our music.
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Simply beautiful. I love your words.
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And, of course, you know I love yours as well.
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Well of course I am partial to violin stories . . .but this was an especially nice post whether I play the violin or not. I will remember this when I look at my case. Good job!
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Thank you! Your words always mean a lot to me.
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awwh-thank you.
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Hi Cathi
Loved this. Great take on aging. I can definitely relate.
Laura
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Hi Laura, I’m so glad you relate. I know sometimes when I write about aging I dip into depressing stuff, but on the other hand, it’s real. I’m happy to know it doesn’t put you off.
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Great post! Yes, the music can still mean so much,no matter what the case looks like. 🙂
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I guess there can also be something beautiful about an old, beat up case. But that’s another conversation. 🙂
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🙂
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Yes, the spirit lives on, even when the “case” is weak.
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It’s amazing how that happens.
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My outside is battered, too.
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Ha ha! Come to think of it, so is mine!
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I believe…I believe. Beautiful.
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I believe too!
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“VIOLIN CASE: Here’s what I think. I feel, as a case, I won’t go on forever. But the music inside me will.
That’s exactly the way I feel about my spirit.
VIOLIN CASE: But for now….oh how I want to be here.”
These lines got my right in my aging heart! ❤ Love your writing so much!
Maggie
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Hi Maggie, I’m sooo glad the violin’s words mean something to you! My spirit, sitting inside my aging case, is smiling!!!!! 🙂
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Every case has heart and soul that will live on forever. Such beautiful words 😘😊💗
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Thank you so much Lisa. And thank you for YOUR beautiful words.
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Beautifully written – your spirit will go on no matter how much time has passed!
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Ah Maria, thank you so much. The same is true of your wonderful spirit.
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Beautiful 🌟
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Thank you so much!!!!!
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Did you paint the picture in your profile?
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No, my sister painted it and I added a yellow brick road.
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It’s cool!
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Thanks! I’ll pass that on to my sister. 🙂
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Amazing is the way you articulate!!!! 👍🏻👍🏻👍🏻👍🏻
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Thank you so much! I really appreciate your kind words!
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