NOROUZ The Persian New Year

And here we are again, the same place we were last year, and the year before that, and all the memorable newyear moments of childhood, at same exact point in space, in the endless space (in relation to our Sun) the point of Equinox.

The New year comes and in our little humble ceremony, we are together. It is strange in that in the regular day to day life it affects you little, not little reminders for the first month or so when you catch yourself writing 85, and it's actually 86 now. It is still 2007, still March, when I make a mistake and forget the date, Fe.. ooops March, it has little significance. There is little foreplay, so the excitement of the new year is built up only for the hour or so that you have come home from work, and the tick-tock before the moment is not as exciting as the childhood moments, mysterious, unbelievable and almost impossible to imagine.

Well of course time passes all along, and its passage is always mysterious and cosmic. it passes as I speak and as you read, and as these words appear on the screen and the fingers type. And every morning at the precise moment, the sun rises, and the wheels turn. To all of this we are oblivious. Not that we must be or we can, but if there is a good enough excuse, a random point in the earth's path that every time, we can aim to listen to the sound of the universe and to look back and to look forth and to stay right here hopefully to see it happen. The New Moment Come and the Next new momet and the one right now, and so on...

True! The weather is still cold and the snow is still on the ground, and tomorrow i have to go to my three jobs, sell music, teach music, and play music. It feels little like a New Year, and there is a redundance to all of this, it makes little sense here There are no spectators for the grand show of nature, the passing from the designated point in endless space and that every time, Every time so far for as long as the earth has turned around the sun, it has done without a doubt, the master craftsmans stroke has little reverberation in the empty stadium.

Well of course this is within is it not? I can celebrate this tomorrow, can't I? I can celebrate this now can't I? It is good to be together and to see my family and self healthy and happy.

Happy Spring,
Happy Norouz,