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Grace Along the Way


Lascia ch’io pianga Almirena’s aria from Rinaldo, set by George F. Handel (1685-1759), excerpt from the 1994 film Faranelli: about Faranelli.
...when artistic forces come together to tell a story, that says it all...the voice of God somehow existing within, even emerging from, the terror.

In this moment I find beauty in surrendering to the Truth, that this existence is about embracing all of it. Only then can I recognize the Grace that flows through my mind, when all of my experience would have me believe otherwise. I continue to walk outside of myself, to honor that this life was never meant to be anything more than a way out of the illusion.
This post could also be titled, Why We Create: The profound use of art medium in experiencing and interpreting our individual and collective existences in our search for purpose. But I guess I prefer to simplify, and leave it at what we are all really hoping for-- a touch of Grace along the way. What better way to refer to, perhaps, the most beautiful aria in all of existence.
Thank you for reminding me to experience the beauty, with this simple aria speaking to me so gently, so clearly, this morning. Thank you for letting it calm my mind and heart. Thank you for allowing me to sink into the experience of it, and find peace there.
Lascia ch’io pianga
Almirena’s aria from Rinaldo text:

Lascia ch'io pianga
mia cruda sorte,
E che sospiri la libertà!
E che sospiri,
e che sospiri la libertà!
Lascia ch'io pianga
mia cruda sorte,
E che sospiri la libertà!
Il duolo infranga
queste ritorte
de miei martiri
sol per pietà,
de miei martiri
sol per pietà.
Lascia ch'io pianga
mia cruda sorte,
E che sospiri la libertà!
E che sospiri,
e che sospiri la libertà!
Lascia ch'io pianga
mia cruda sorte,
E che sospiri la libertà!

Translation:

Let me weep over
my cruel fate,
And that I long for freedom!
And that I long,
and that I long for freedom!
Let me weep over
my cruel fate,
And that I long for freedom!
The duel infringes
these images
of my sufferings
I pray for mercy.
for my sufferances.
I pray for mercy.
Let me weep over
my cruel fate,
And that I long for freedom!
And that I long,
and that I long for freedom!
Let me weep over
my cruel fate,
And that I long for freedom!
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  1. LynJanuary 26, 2010 at 9:05 PM

    Yes, it is true, "this existence is about embracing all of it. Only then can I recognize the Grace that flows through my mind, when all of my experience would have me believe otherwise."

    So beautifully said.

    I love this aria!

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