Friday, February 8, 2008

Pigs on the Wing

If you didn't care what happened to me And I didn't care for you We would zig-zap our way through the boredom and pain Occasionally glancing up through the rain Wondering which of the buggers to blame And watching for pigs on the wing ***
Like ripples in a pond when the stone is thrown in, our actions take on a life of their own once we release them. Little things can mean a lot to a person, even things that we may not give a second thought to. Last summer we attended 'An Evening with Roger Waters' at the Rogers Centre in Toronto, Canada. What a show! If you have not ever had the opportunity to see Roger, or Pink Floyd in any of the incarnations, you really must. The music is intricate yet powerful, the lyrics are brilliant, the visuals are overwhelming and I cannot adequately describe the experience. There is one moment in that show however, that stands out for me more than any other. I'm sorry Mr. Waters, but you were not directly in that moment. One thing that you should know about me is that I am a keeper of memories. I save the tickets to the show, I save the set list if I have one, I collect pins of the artists we see.... and I keep the confetti that rains down from above. I have beautiful large round confetti from the Rolling Stones, I have monogrammed 'Black Sabbath' Confetti from the 1999 reunion show (actaully, from all 10 shows I attended that tour), I have an entire oversized balloon ball of confetti speared by Alice Cooper's sword.
The last song before the intermission that night climaxed with a burst of confetti. Despite my best efforts, the pieces did not fall close enough to me to grab this time . I commented to my husband that I wished that I could have caught a piece to keep. A few minutes later, the young man in front of me turned around and said, "Here you go!" He had overheard me talking to John. When it came to him, he gave it to me. I never got his name. I am reasonably certain he has forgotten about this act of kindness - but I have not. I have tried live my life creating ripples and I always marvel when they intersect with the ripples of others. Every action we take is a tile in a mosaic that builds our lives like one of those pictures within pictures. When you look closely at the part of me which represents kindness, you would see the small image of this young man. If you were to search the details of others mosaics, I hope you would see me present there as well.
Who's mosaic are you in? *** You know that I care what happens to you And I know that you care for me too So I don't feel alone of the weight of the stone Now that I've found somewhere safe to bury my bone And any fool knows a dog needs a home A shelter from pigs on the wing
Lyrics to Pigs on the Wing, Parts One and Two presented here: written by Roger Waters, first released on Pink Floyd's "Animals"

1 comment:

Faerie Mom said...

Wow. I love this post. I will have to think about this.... a mosaic.... very cool image.