A Miracle off 28th Ave. on Tuesday Afternoon


A miracle took place off 28th Ave. this Tuesday afternoon.

It started with a simple routine walk during my lunch break.

Through the same neighborhood and past the same ordinary houses occupied by the same aging couples. Wearing the same workout clothes, and pounding the pavement with the same 2-year-old tennis shoes.

I continued walking down my routine path this Tuesday afternoon, feeling the steady pace of my feet below, when I heard it. Like an angel singing to me from another dimension, it sliced through the deafening silence of the neighborhood.

Music. Pure, dramatic piano notes dancing in the gentle breeze. Climbing up my spine and into my ears, filling me with an electric energy I hadn’t felt in years.

I stopped in my tracks–searching to my left, to my right. From where did this heavenly melody arise? I knew this tune, one of the first I’d learned as a little girl: Rodgers and Hammerstein’s “Climb Every Mountain” from The Sound of Music.

I suddenly realized this was no recording. It was live, and the individual playing was no amateur. Here I was, my work’s I.D. hanging from my neck, toes peeking through tips of old sneakers wearing away, standing in the middle of a retired neighborhood, and enjoying a live piano concert with the sun beating on my face.

My senses led me to the cozy, one-story house across the street from where I stood. With their windows open, oblivious to my undivided admiration, a shadowed face played for me.

Man or woman, boy or girl, I did not know. But their passion sang to my passion, their beauty filled my soul, and I drifted away as their music mounted higher into the crisp autumn air. I used to fall asleep this way, drifting to the sounds of hypnotic notes as my father played into the night.

That’s when I realized a miracle took place off 28th Ave. this Tuesday afternoon. I’d broken free. Away from Corporate America. Away from the cubicles, the computer screens and the repetition.

And I flew.

23 responses to “A Miracle off 28th Ave. on Tuesday Afternoon”

  1. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/And_to_Think_That_I_Saw_It_on_Mulberry_Street

    Have you read this book? Your experience reminds me of the little boy in the story who broke free for awhile as he was walking home from school one day.

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  2. wow, you just made my rss feeder 🙂 Glad to have stumbled upon your blog 🙂

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    1. Thank you! I’m glad you stumbled upon my blog too. 😉 I appreciate the kind words, and very happy to meet you!

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  3. So well described, your miracle moment! Lovely! Pure lovely.
    I love it, when we can let go of our thinking for a moment and THEN in that gap the miracle happens! Awesome!

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    1. It was incredibly awesome, and I just had to share it with the world. Thank you for your sweet words and for taking the time to read my work!

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  4. 1 word WOW!!!!!!!! I am definitely following your blog!

    ~Bwdlake~

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    1. Thanks Blake! I’m so glad you like my style! 🙂 I’ll swing by your hub in another day or so and check out your blog too. Very glad to have you as a follower.

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  5. What a pleasure to share your experience in my mind as I read this post. Rare moments like that are precious. p.s. your cat Chance sure looks beautiful and snuggly. Is he a ragdoll per chance?

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    1. Thank you! Chance is my baby. LOL! 🙂 And it was an honor that the blog I wrote on him was my first Freshly Pressed post. He is actually a Snowshoe. They are a mix between a Siamese and American shorthair, and they got their name because the tops of all four paws are white. And he is very snuggly. I see you have 4 cats of your own? I absolutely love cats.

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      1. I am partial to any siamese mix cat. Snowshoe eh, I’ll remember that. Yes I am 6 months new to blogging and write about what life is like for me with 4 cats http://www.lifewith4cats.wordpress.com I just finished reading all your posts. They are fantastic. Id like to hear more about that garden, and chance of course.

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  6. Thanks for taking me with you today.

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    1. You’re welcome! And thank you for coming along on the ride, V.V.! 🙂

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  7. Loved it. True talent to be able to describe feelings not merely happenings.

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    1. Thank you! I am so happy that you felt what I was feeling, not merely witnessed the actions as an outsider. That was my goal. This was such a beautiful moment, I had to describe every aspect of it.

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  8. Thank you for sharing this beautiful and special moment of your life. Our past never is gone, is it? The music of memory, only momentarily an aside, is the ressonance of Soul.

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    1. Thank you for reading this beautiful, special moment of my life. 😉 I agree, our past is never gone, and in fact, represents so much of who we develop into moving forward.

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  9. Lovely post. Thank you! May you experience many more miracles.

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    1. Muchas gracias, Rita! I’m so glad you enjoyed it. Was just one of those moments where I ran back to my desk to write the story immediately. HAD to share it.

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  10. Really nice post. Simple, yet your imagery was perfect. I can picture you and your actions as I read the words (a sign of great writing!). Don’t you love those moments where something takes you out of the normal, everyday routine?

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    1. Thanks Leah, that means a lot. I love moments like these. I truly consider them mini miracles!

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  11. That’s great! I love the song, “Climb Every Mountain”.

    -Tia

    http://www.tiallarising.wordpress.com

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    1. Thanks Tia! Yes, it’s one of my favorites too. 😉

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