This past weekend I enjoyed lots of deadline recovery time.
It was sorely needed.
Even in the worst of crunch times, I keep up with my cycle runs and beach walks.
Doing so is good for the soul.
Getting out into the world, away from my own four walls, keeps me balanced and happy. It also refreshes, energizes, and delights me. Daily out-of-the-house excursions also offer levity to counter the stress and strain of deadlines.
Sometimes I’m met by magic.
But not all such magic makes me laugh.
Sometimes I’m awed.
Awed by wonder, beauty, and enchantment.
The swan above is a perfect example.
Here’s another look..
Isn’t he magnificent?
Actually, there are a lot of swans around here. I’ve even seen a black one, though not in a while.
Usually, they’re seen from a distance, gliding gracefully across the far side of a pond.
Not so this past Sunday.
This beauty was only yards away and didn’t mind when I stopped my bike to stare, admire, and take pictures of him.
Seeing him so close was a precious gift.
A special treat that warmed my heart and touched my soul.
I love swans.
I think everyone knows how much I love classical music?
But I may not have said that I used to visit the opera and ballet lots when I lived in Munich. One of my all-time favorite ballets is Tchaikovsky’s Swan Lake. I’ve seen it many times, often on my birthday (as performances frequently appear then).
The music is hauntingly beautiful and ever so romantic..
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I often listen to Swan Lake (and other Tchaikovsky ballets) when writing.
Especially when writing love scenes and other emotionally gripping ecounters between the hero and heroine.
Here’s another wonderful sampling..
A fabulous Swan Lake trailer by the Royal Ballet..
I’ve seen the Royal Ballet perform Swan Lake in London. I still get chills (of the most delicious kind) to remember that magical night.
Happening upon this swan recently, really made me feel good about the just-finished book.
Or perhaps it was just Devorgilla smiling at me?
I do think his appearance was magical because…
He even waved goodbye when I cycled on..
He also made me realize something, deep down in my deadline-fried brain.
Even in the darkest, scariest pit of deadline hell, then when your nerves are frazzled, your eyes either bloodshot or swollen or both, and when your hair is messy, and you don’t even want to think about cooking, cleaning, or (gads!) doing the laundry…
There’s a good side.
Something beautiful comes of all the stress and strain.
When the dust settles and the deadline dragon slinks away to rest (or bother some other writer?), you have a new book.
The swan reminded me of that truth.
The beauty is always there.
Maybe not in an obvious way.
The swan is surely about every morning when I cycle past that pond. Just because I don’t see him, doesn’t mean he isn’t there, somewhere.
There is wonder and magic in the world.
We just have to get out and open our hearts to find it.
Any swans near you? Ever seen Swan Lake? Anyone else take ballet as a little girl? (I did – for twelve years, which probably started my great love affair with classical music)
Anyone agree that old Dev sent the swan?