About a month ago, I had to take Lukey to the doctor at 7 PM on a Monday night (suspected ear infection).Â No parent loves bundling a fractious toddler into the car during what is normally his bedtime.Â Â There are much better ways to spend an evening.
But as we trundled along the highway, I happened to put on the classical radio station (which I rarely do), and I heard the violinist Joshua Bell playing “O Mio Babbino Caro.”Â It left me speechless.
I’m no great opera fan, but I like this song, largely because it reminds me of A Room With a View.Â But I have to admit, I prefer it in a soft instrumental version like this than I do when a soprano belts out those high notes.Â Â When I heard it for the first time in the car, the gorgeous purity of the music cut right through all the stress.Â ItÂ resurrected a sense of optimism that I was not exactly feeling that evening.
When I listen to this song now, as I often do, it’s a form of prayer.Â That sounds corny, but it’s true: I clear my mind and let the notes sink in and I feel, suddenly, a sense of peace.Â Â Yes, the world is full of things like illness and suffering and cruelty and injustice, but any world that can have this song in it is not all bad.Â Â I guess that’s true of most great artÂ — it reminds us of the divine, of that gorgeous radiance that we sometimes can’t see any other way.
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