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“The meaning of life is to find your gift. The purpose of life is to give it away.” - Pablo Picasso 

I went to bed last night, my soul wrapped up in a peaceful blanket of pure bliss. We were out at the Ottawa Winter Jazz Festival and were privy to a trifecta of musical enchantement, each group building on the previous wonderful performance, until we reached the evening’s final heavenly ascension. (audio) 

The festival organizers had masterfully crafted the evening to be a mind, body and soul experience.  The Chocolate Hot Pockets started us off with an intense driving musical set. The band was young, ambitious, their minds and fingers racing. A very tight group and certainly one to keep your eye out for. Nice writing, great playing. These boys are dynamic and full of life. I was living those moments vividly. Next was the Mike Murley trio setting up a beautiful contrast. I had not heard Mike Murley in a while and never in this format although it has been going on for many years. There was a transparent humanity woven in to the musicality here. A exquisite repertoire offered with mastery and feeling. Non-standard standards provided the template for a very touching experience. When that set was over, I was filled; filled with warmth and a happiness that music played very well can bring.  I could have died with the contentment that I had experienced a very beautiful moment in my life.  

During the break I thought, “This has been really good” secretly wondering if the next performance, even if I knew would be masterfully executed, could continue to escalate the musical experience I was in. The Fraser Hollins quartet features living musical greats. With Fraser Hollins was Joel Miller, Jon Cowherd and Brian Blade. Playing original compositions by Fraser Hollins and Joel Miller (I just want to say WOW here) there was an interiority, a centering quality, from which the musicians allowed the music to take on an exponential dimension before releasing it through their instruments. Greater than us, this wave carried us out to sea with a gentle but unmistakable force. We were immersed in an authentic human experience. It built upon everything that came before it, to deliver a sublime moment, steeped in humility; humility that can only come from transcendance . It was a spiritual experience. In those moments, I was one with myself and with all. 

Music, and art, can have such a powerful effect on us human beings. As an artist and a giver of music, when I am on the receiving end, my heart is as wide open as when I am the one on the stage. When the magic starts to happen, I just open my flood gates and let the flow of happiness in. The moments that were before me may have come to an end, but at home, we have a boy who got his photo with Brian Blade and a pair of sticks that are better than bars of gold. I have my memories of seeing such joyful musicians give us all of who they are, each one of them. Then upon waking this morning, wanting to write, to paint and sing the joy that is still resonating therein, I am inspired. Alleluia!  

Your blissful inspiration is out there. Send it an invitation then allow it in. 

Namaste! 

Bianca 

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Bianca Pittoors & Marc Langis are Bianca Basso. Creators of original vintage music, they are distinctive in their contemporary style.

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  1. Alleluia

Good night my dear, good night my dear, I'll see you in my dreams. 

“Nobody has a perfect life. What you see on the screen is the best of the artist.” - René Angelil 

As I have listened to Marc speak about his 20 years working with Celine and René, I can say, the best of the artist begins in the eye of the beholder. René saw good things in the artists he surrounded himself with. 

This morning Marc woke up and said, “I don’t know, I feel a kind of sadness…” We went on with our morning routine, getting ready, each going on our way. There was something. We sent each other some warm messages in the day; something we are usually too busy to do. Then on the way home in traffic, Marc texts me. He may be delayed, he’s been busy doing interviews regarding René’s death. It’s the day… Within minutes a reporter calls me on my cell wanting to know how to get in touch with Marc. The evening has been a whirlwind of calls and interviews, radio, tv and print media.  

I always wanted to meet René but never did. I would see him on occasion from afar. I knew him through Marc’s stories and account of his spirit and his generous nature. Once as Marc’s sisters were in Vegas waiting to meet Celine, René came through the green room and said hello, then said to them in his unique raspy voice, “Marc is Perfect.”  

So now in the quiet of our home, we reflect, we mourn and we celebrate a man who has been such a big part of Marc’s life. Maybe what we see on screen is the best of the artist’s advocate too. Three cheers for a life well lived. Enjoy your next adventure lil' angel! 

Namaste! 

Bianca 

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Bianca Pittoors & Marc Langis are Bianca Basso. Creators of original vintage music, they are distinctive in their contemporary style.

The best things in life aren't things... 

“Learn to die and you learn how to live.”  

            - Morrie Schwartz via Mitch Albom, Tuesdays with Morrie 

This book carried me through the days before and after Christmas. I found little moments each day to read a few chapters and stayed up reading after Marc had fallen asleep. It is filled with so many lessons about life. I just loved it.  

My daughter came home from school with this book, Tuesdays with Morrie, sometime in November. I recognized the title but I had never read it. As usual she fired through it, but this time, when she was done, she suggested I read it. I was happy to oblige her. What I didn’t realize was that the very act of reading this book forced me out of my usual over achiever routine to get on top of what is next on the holiday agenda: the next meal, desert, ready the stuffing, calculate this, run out for that. Marc often queries, “Don’t you ever stop?” I don’t. I get up at 5:30. I get ready, have a bite, a bit of coffee, get a lunch together and I’m out the door between 6:30 and 6:45 AM to get in to work by 7:30. I like to start early because I get ahead of the traffic and get a jump start on most people who get in later. Even if I have a lunch I don’t stop for lunch most days at work. I just eat at my desk and try to get ahead of the stack of work that awaits us every day. When I leave the office (rarely on time) I tackle my 60 - 90 minute drive to get home to start on supper for the family. On the way home I call to find out what is on the homework agenda, I need to get an idea of what is waiting for me. Sometimes I stop at the grocery store; that is if it wasn’t already done over my lunch “break”. Along with being the family cook, tutor, dishwasher,taxi driver, there is laundry and just a constant onslaught of to-do’s that comes with each and every passing day. Morrie’s story drew me away from this pace. This rat-race pace of existence. I always used to say, “Life is for living” but I have not been my own poster girl as of late. Was I letting something inside of me die?

I finished the book this morning. I was touched by all the wisdom it contained. I was touched by the story of this beautiful friendship. Even more so, I was touched by the truth that reading it was a gift: a gift I bestowed upon myself. It brought me back to my humanity. Thanks Mitch for sharing your final thesis with a great life Coach! 

Namaste! 

Bianca 

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It's a holiday tree. What difference what holiday? 

“The stiff and unbending is the disciple of death.

The gentle and yielding is the disciple of life.

Thus an army without flexibility never wins a battle.

A tree that is unbending is easily broken.” - Lao Tzu (c.604 - 531 B.C.)


It’s February 15th and our holiday tree is still up… but it’s coming down today!

 

It came down actually. Every nutcracker and ornament has been carefully packed up for another 10 months. We are just waiting for a day when it isn’t -35 to put it all away in the garage. Good thing it is so sunny. We can stay where it is warm and cheerful. My son remarked that it seemed so much roomier without the tree. I think I am ready for the spring expansion because I was happy to see some regular homey things around. I think we went to the very end of the christmas decoration experience. 

 

So here are some pictures of our “Valentine’s tree”:) There were a bunch of hearts scattered about. Perfect!

 

Namaste!

Bianca

 

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No Mockingbirds were injured in the writing of this blog! 

“If you can learn a simple trick, Scout, you’ll get along a lot better with all kinds of folks. You never really understand a person until you consider things from his point of view, until you climb inside of his skin and walk around in it.”Atticus Finch in To Kill a Mockingbird (1962)

 

It is nearing the end of January and my Christmas tree still reigns over the main level of the house. What to do? What to do?

 

It is interesting to look back at how each generation changes the shape of society. We look at how we were raised, taught, treated. We decide what we want to keep and pass along to our children. I do think we are more aware of our choices. That’s great! But it also comes with the responsibility of dealing with the consequences of those choices. As a parent, I can choose to be my kid’s buddy or my kid’s mom. I am their mom. I say things like, “You know I have to enforce consequences now? It’s my job as a mom to punish you.” Or at other times I provide them with the right frame work that will help them shape their lives and their choices. Being a parent has responsibilities. That hasn’t changed. What is different may be my relationship with my children. My kids know there are no second chances and I am not embarrassed about telling them their behaviour is inappropriate even if we are in public. There is room for discussion on any subject and I will give them an honest answer (even if it means I will opt for the “medical” explanation). My round about point is, I try to see the other’s perspective. There are so many times it has helped me be a better employee, team mate, musician, mother, partner… fill in your own blanks.

 

What the heck has all that got to do with a decorated tree? I’ve got three people happy that it is still up and that it lights up our dark winter nights. When I crawl inside their skin, I’m happy too.

 

Namaste!

Bianca

 

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Going for a spin? 

“To be alive is to be dizzy and not to know exactly where to go.” Ander Monson

 

Well I must be really really alive because I have been so dizzy that I can barely walk.

 

I have this weird condition that hits me every couple of years. Ten years ago, I woke up one morning, sat on the edge of my bed and was so dizzy I fell back and couldn’t get up for at least an hour. The dizziness made it hard to stand, or walk, and I certainly would not be able to operate a vehicle in such a state. A visit to a specialist confirmed what my research had uncovered. Inside the labyrinth of our inner ear there are sensors that float around in the liquid and send messages to our brain. It regulates balance and the brain confirms those messages with reports it gets from our eyes. In my ears, the sensors clump together and send skewed reports to the brain. The disparity with the messages sent from my eyes cause the vertigo to set in. Since it is a mechanical issue, there is no treatment or cure. The specialist could not offer any explanation as to why it happens or what the causes could be. So I spend the two or three days it lasts completely unable to do anything and virtually exhausted by the dizziness.

 

So now I am at the end of day three. Having had a lot of time to just sit immobile wondering what could possibly be at the root of my issue, I still have no physical or spiritual answers. I hope I can work tomorrow as I have missed enough hours already due to my kid’s life changing accident. I am living in a whirlwind. My life has changed dramatically in all kinds of ways. Maybe I need to adapt to this new pace, this new direction…

 

I can walk now. I still get dizzy. I am glad to be alive so I will find a way to march on.

 

Namaste!

Bianca

 

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I can do that. 

“One friend, one person who is truly understanding, who takes the trouble to listen to us as we consider a problem, can change our whole outlook on the world.” – E. H. Mayoli

Sometimes all I need is for someone to listen to me.

 

It is a normal reflex in all of us to want to give advice or find a solution or to react to a part of what someone is saying to us. But it is soooo true that what all of us need is to be heard. I need that too. Even, I think that the ability to express verbally, not vent, but express what is troubling me, allows me to see clearer. I don’t want a solution. I want to free myself from what is troubling me if only for a while.

 

So next time someone is pouring their heart out, just listen to them. Listen all the way. We all need to be heard. Sometimes that is the only solution we need.

 

Namaste!

Bianca

 

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step one: listen up 

“Listening is an attitude of the heart, a genuine desire to be with another which both attracts and heals.”Sura Hart, Respectful Parents, Respectful Kids: 7 Keys to Turn Family Conflict into Cooperation

 

I don’t know exactly where I would classify this one because it fits in sooooooo many places. I think it has to be the most under valued quality in a person and the most important gift we can offer another.

 

Generations ago, people sat around a table or a living room and conversed. That means one person talked and the rest listened. then one person replied and the rest listened. There was a culture where we did not interrupt or speak over someone loudly. When we listened, we really listened. I have a parenting book in my library called “The Discipline Book” and very compelling is the subtitle: “How to talk so children will listen and listen so children will talk.” Even if you never open the book what is on the front cover gives you tools to help you succeed in most of your relationships. How we say what we say and how we listen to others will determine, for the most part, what we can expect from our relationships. I have someone in my entourage that is always saying, “You never listen!” to everyone. The real irony is how little this person listens to others and even to himself that he does not notice how inconsistent he can be in a single sentence.

 

Let’s allow ourselves to learn from that guy. This week’s task: listen to yourself speak. Notice what you say, the words you choose and how you feel while you are speaking. No need to change anything. Just listen and notice. You can comment and share your findings is you wish. 

 

Namaste!

Bianca

 

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Do it once, then a 1000 times 

“We are what we repeatedly do.  Excellence then, is not an act, but a habit.”
-
Aristotle

This year, I have decided that I a few subjects would be recurring in the course of my week: our ability to create, be it our lives or our art; empathy, a much misunderstood concept and consciousness.

 

Increasing our awareness of all these things comes with visiting them on a  regular basis. So if you are with me, I will try to publish something 3 times a week. I invite you to comment. It allows my writing to become more than a conversation with myself. After all the point is that authentic human connection I am always pursuing.

 

So tune in regularly and we will see what we have become when we emerge on the other side of the worm hole ( or warm whole?) :)

 

Namaste!

Bianca

 

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I get it! 

“You can only understand people if you feel them in yourself.” – John Steinbeck

 

As a singer, I studied music but in addition, I studied lyrics. I dove into the stories and words and characters in each song. If the words didn’t resonate with me, then I wouldn’t sing the song. I had to get it under my skin, or had to get under it’s skin, or I couldn’t bring it to life.

 

I believe that we have an obligation to feel the music we are playing. In jazz we have this incredible legacy of great, timeless songs, just out there for us to borrow, learn from and earn a living with even. We have a responsibility too, towards all the writers that poured their heart and soul into each piece. We owe it to them to study them, to get to know a little about them, to try to understand who they were and what they were feeling. What was going on in the world when the piece was written. It is part of the art of interpretation, with or without words. It is easy to spot instrumentalists who do this too. When you stand in front of an audience, it is what you feel that reaches them. Only what comes from the heart can reach the heart. The rest is superficial and illusive. When we feel and sing or play what we feel, we allow the audience to go there too. In this way, even something painful can become something beautiful. To feel that heartbreak allows us to release it from our broken heart’s grip, if but for a moment. That is how healing happens. It happens through an authentic human connection.

 

There is an art to life that I have discovered in my life as an artist. I have found a truth that allowed me to transfer this connection with people. The more I listen to others, the more I understand them and the more I understand myself.

 

Namaste!

Bianca

 

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A little crisis, a little adrenaline and a little faith. 

Sometimes you need a little crisis to get your adrenaline flowing and help you realize your potential.” Jeannette Walls, The Glass Castle

Let me tell you, my adrenaline is flowing all right. Now, let the potential be realized!

 

I have been pondering in my “spare” time. (The word “spare” is in quotation marks because it is a farce to even think there is a parent on the planet who has more time than tasks but that is for another blog…) I have noticed that my life is a series of waves and patterns. Happy joyful moments followed by challenges followed by calm followed by something new. I have challenges. They are multiple and have presented themselves in many shapes and sizes. I can’t always see what my purpose is and I don’t always understand the evolutionary opportunity that is the treasure within but I believe there is a reason. I have observed that although I have had more challenges and failures than other people I know, I remain far more hopeful and open to good things happening. I have a secret weapon. It is faith. Yup good old garden variety Faith. It is the one thing my not always successful music career has given me. The strength to keep going even when I can’t see how it will happen. We do have to believe, I am talking really believing here not wishing, in order for anything to come. The energy we put into our dreams is not at all the same if we just wish rather than believe. Wishing has a element of doubt. Belief does not. That is what i leaned from my previous crises. 

 

We have a book at my day job: The book of answers. The idea is you randomly open it and will find an answer or a phrase of enlightenment. I have opened it to “There are obstacles to overcome” repeatedly. Good thing I know I have the potential to overcome whatever comes my way. I have had a lot of practice.

 

Namaste!

Bianca

 

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A year filled with magic could be fun... 

“I have always been delighted at the prospect of a new day, a fresh try, one more start, with perhaps a bit of magic waiting somewhere behind the morning.” -J. B. Priestly

 

Imagine starting each day with the thought that it is magical.

 

I must admit I do not start each and every day like that. I do start each new year with the thought of something I want to work on, or achieve. I think it has always helped give me focus and direction. I don’t want to be the kind of person who just is there punching a clock or letting the days, weeks and years go by. It is so easy to let life pass us by when we are just working for the weekend. Every moment there is an opportunity to create. As I sit on my couch looking at the snow falling and the glow of christmas lights, I wonder what is in it for me this year. What do I want? Where do I want to be in 12 months? Right this second, I don’t know and I don’t actually mind that I don’t know. Maybe letting go is my motto this year. Letting go of those things and people I can’t change. Letting go of expectations. Letting go of fears. Letting go disappointments and wrongs I can’t right.

 

Without all that baggage it might be a year with more opportunity. Bring it on! I’m wide open to possibility and my calendar is as free as I am. Lucky me and Happy All Year to you :)

 

Namaste!

Bianca

 

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A new resolve to ponder 

“Incredible change happens in your life when you decide to take control of what you do have power over instead of craving control over what you don't.” 

― Steve Maraboli, Life, the Truth, and Being Free

 

This sounds like a very good New Year’s resolution. In my pursuit of fully being in the moment, I thought this one really deserved attention.

 

So many of us are trying to create our lives with our thoughts and our feelings and all those other bits and pieces our modern day gurus keep telling us. Yet, for me anyway, there is always a bit missing here, and a frustration that bounces back there and things change but things don’t. How many people do you know who always end up back in the same place, same relationship same career dynamic. And the list can go on and on. I am one of them. Frustrates me. I wonder why I can’t get beyond it. Then I read that quote up top. Ah yes those sneaky control issues disguised as ambition or focus. They do keep us from clearly seeing that in order to create the life we want, we have to let go of the life we don’t want and more importantly all those things we can not change. Ever. No matter how much we try to do the right thing, or be nice to people because we don’t want other’s unkindness to change us. The truth is it changes us in a not so good way. So why not make a resolution right now. Change your mind about what your options are. Look for what you can change. Take a long hard look at what you can’t change and then change how you feel about that and change how it affects you. I suspect we may all start to feel like there is a shift in control; not in the control freak kind of way but in the “I’m in control” confident way. 

 

A confident person doesn’t have to control others. They are in control of themselves, their own lives, the decisions they take and the commitments they make. A person connected to their power is always aware that even if life is ever changing some things are not theirs to change. Letting go of what we can’t change is the first step towards incredible change. Who’s with me?

 

Namaste!

Bianca

 

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Half-man or closet superhero. 

“In this world, who can do a thing, will not;

And who would do it, cannot, I perceive:

Yet the will's somewhat — somewhat, too, the power —

And thus we half-men struggle.” 

Robert Browning, Robert Browning's Poetry

I was looking for something as I do. Just the right words. Just the right thought. Just on the nose. Just to the side of it…

 

Sometimes I wonder why I have faith. I wonder what I have faith for? Don’t you? I write music that people from all over, in different parts of the world, tell me makes them happy. I think, “Wow! Isn’t that the whole point?” Truly though, why are we here? It seems that lately I spend more time solving problems that I did not create and putting out fires that other people are feeding and feeding faith that is starving itself to a slow painful death. I can’t just sit on the sidelines. If I can make the world I live in a better place, I feel it is my duty to do so. So… is my will my ultimate power? Am I a half-man or is there hope for me yet? In french there is an expression about repairing broken pots. I don’t want that job anymore. I want the job that requires the part of me to make people happy to be ON. 

 

So who am I really? The one who can do…The one who would do? Stay tuned while I find my cape and my true power. To be continued…

 

Namaste!

Bianca

 

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Counting: one, two, three... 

“We need deliberately to call to mind the joys of our journey. Perhaps we should try to write down the blessings of one day. We might begin; we could never end; there are not pens or paper enough in all the world.” - George A. Buttrick 

 

Yesterday was the day of good news. I decided that today it would continue and that as long as every challenge is an opportunity to become stronger then there is no bad news only great lessons for which we can be thankful.

 

That snippet of zen wisdom comes after the less zen stress I was not able to conquer. No matter how much I tried. The hardest thing for me lately was to be utterly and completely powerless. Let me explain. My daughter had an accident which completely crushed three fingers on her dominant hand. Over the last few weeks it has been meds and surgeon visits to follow up on extensive reconstructive surgery. Amputation was always hovering like a dark cloud. The stress, fatigue and worry about how to help my teenager deal with the psychological scar an amputation would imply was tortuous. I knew I had to let go. I knew her journey was not my journey even if she is on my journey. How could I send my daughter to school one morning and she be forever changed? I could do nothing. Or it felt like nothing… I could not heal her. I was not her doctor. I cared for her. I appreciated her unwavering good spirit. I even appreciated the odd moment when she was acting her frustrating teen age. 

 

We appear to be out of the critical moment now. I am very grateful for the wonderful and talented surgeon at CHEO, Dr. Duncan. I am very proud of my daughter’s strength. 

 

This week we count our blessings. Marc asked me today what I wanted for Christmas. My answer was this: “nothing, I already got what I wanted.” Christmas has come early. 

 

Namaste!

Bianca

 

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I can't hear you... 

“Most people do not listen with the intent to understand; they listen with the intent to reply.” Stephen R. Covey

On top of all the challenges that have shown up in my life lately, I have an opportunity for evolution (all suffering is evolution says Buddha) that is a true test.

 

I have long noticed that a lot of people don’t listen at all. They listen for the “space” that allows them to speak. They are just waiting for their chance to express their thoughts and opinions. When I first noticed this, I was genuinely struck with the desire to examine this behaviour in myself. After all, everyone is our mirror, so what we see in others or bothers us in others usually exists in ourselves. Like it or not, take notice and you’ll start to see the truth in that more often than you wish to admit. So I did. I chose to really listen. Speak less. I started to notice how many people who argued about not being heard were themselves horrible listeners. Most of the time arguing at some later point in time that you never mentioned this or said that, or I’m not aware. 

 

When you are the type of person that has a commitment to harmony, you listen and look for every solution possible. It is the solution that is important. Beyond blame, beyond the cause of whatever problem it is you are trying to solve, the solution itself is the goal. I also believe that every problem has several solutions and that if you are really committed to doing what is right for all concerned, it is possible to find a solution where everyone can be happy. This does require that the other person, or persons, involved also wish to find a solution. This can not happen when one party is more concerned about being right. There are many times when being right and doing what is right are not the same thing. When you are intent on being right chances are you are not listening at all, except for the opportunity to speak your mind yet again.

 

So… harmony shmarmony? Well let’s just say even a peaceful warrior is a warrior. Doing what is right might mean changing our aim in order to reach the intended target. Practice makes perfect!

 

Namaste!

Bianca

 

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Sheep to the power of 10 or empty your psychological trash bin 

“Some people believe holding on and hanging in there are signs of great strength. However, there are times when it takes much more strength to know when to let go and then do it.” ― Ann Landers

 

I am in an insomnia daze. I can’t sleep. My daughter makes a whisper of a sound and I am up like a flash (with my cape on I might add). I need to empty my thoughts and let go but it is harder to do than I care to admit.

 

The last decent night’s sleep I had was November 23rd. Since my daughter’s accident on the 24th, my life has been turned upside down. First it was the emotional trauma and since returning home from the hospital, it has been a rigorous med schedule with timers going off in the night to stay on track. Actually my days are driven around the next timer; everything happens in between. My mind is having a really hard time turning off, not to mention letting go. But I know I have to… It does come down to faith. What we believe in is put to the test every once in a while. So I’m sitting in my living room while everybody in the house is sleeping (thank God for that!) wondering when “tired” will take over and allow me to sleep. The next timer rings in 3 ½ hours. I have no choice but to clear my mind. 

 

I guess I am going to find out what kind of strength I really have, one breath at a time. Good night. I hope…

 

Namaste!

Bianca

 

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This little piggy had roast beef, this little piggy had none... 

“Everything you can imagine is real.” ― Pablo Picasso

When a child is born, we count their 10 fingers and count their 10 toes and are grateful when they are healthy. Then begins the challenge of life.

 

When my son was 12 days old he started getting sick. He was a sick baby for the first couple of years of his life and spent them in my arms. For someone who was always suffering, he was a strong sport. I know many an adult who would have complained far worse than my little man. His sister who was always more dramatic was a little different. I used to joke that I hoped she would make her way to Broadway some day so that all this drama would pay off. Well this week, my daughter had an accident. Se had a very serious accident in fact. Her hand was crushed and the prognosis was not good. It was very difficult for us musicians to imagine the outcome for our graceful bird. In the hospital she was calm, she was polite and she was kind to all who tended to her. When the nurse who had been with us for her 12 hour shift came by before going home, my daughter opened her eyes and thanked her for everything she had done for her. Before going into surgery, we took a quiet moment together, to meditate, to pray, to focus on the healing. She had a beautiful calmness about her. She stayed positive. She was in great pain and yet stayed in control of herself.

 

After the surgery, when the surgeon told me all her fingers were alive, I was struck with a feeling of euphoria and an overwhelming gratitude. Both plastic surgeons who had reconstructed her had big wide smiles; we had anticipated the worst and had come through with the best outcome. My daughter smiled at us. Back in her hospital room she said to me, “Mom, I feel like there’s all these little construction guys in there busily working on rebuilding my hand!” “You keep imagining them rebuilding you chicken, and remember to thank them for their hard work!”

 

In the end it is the little things that matter. We all have the ability to create a great life. So count your 10 fingers and count your 10 toes and then count all your blessings. 

 

Namaste!

 

Bianca

 

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Hang on a second!  

"There is love in holding and there is love in letting go." - Elizabeth Berg

From the beginning we go through life accumulating. Little babies come into the world and are showered with gifts. Soon the “I want” and “Mine” stages settle in for the looooong ride. It’s all about grabbing on to stuff. So when do we learn about letting go?

 

There is so much baggage that we carry around every day that we could let go of. Just think about it for a minute. Old ideas and perceptions and judgements (most about ourselves…) get heavy and weigh us down. Ever watch a kid in a play area just grabbing and accumulating toys? They come to a point where they can’t carry anything more. Then they are faced with the situation that they can’t pick anything else up without dropping something. This dilemma happens to all of us all through our lives, it just isn’t as obvious that we have to be willing to let go of the what we’ve been holding onto in order to make room for something new. Anyone engaged in the creative knows you have to create space for new ideas to come in. You have to let go. 

 

The whole universe is engaged in a big recycling program of composting and transformation. In nature and in life, nothing stays the same for long. We were never meant to hold on to anything for ever, so let go and let life happen. 

 

Namaste!

 

Bianca

 

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The proof is in the sharing! 

"In performance, we have a greater purpose. The greater purpose is that we’re communing together, and we want this moment to be really special for all of us. Because otherwise, why bother to have come at all? It’s not about proving anything. It’s about sharing something." - Yo-Yo Ma

Photo by Claude Brazeau

 

Tonight Marc and took a walk in our neighbourhood and stopped in on a friend. We had a glass of port and just listened to her tell us stories. Then she told us that a good friend of hers passed away last month and her last outing before she died was our show in June.

 

Marc looked at me. “Imagine” he said. I smiled. I smiled because I was happy it was with us. I know she spent an evening full of fun and love and authenticity. I know when I get on a stage I offer my heart and my soul for those who wish or want to take it in. I don’t care all that much about critics. There are always people who do not like (or get) what you do. But for anyone who is looking to feel something real, I bet on me and my music with Marc. 

 

So we raised our glass of port to Danielle. I will surely think of her when we go back to the NAC on Oct 2nd. Long live life and the memories of those we love!

 

 

Namaste!

 

Bianca

 

This personal blog was written by Bianca Pittoors. You may “share” it in its entirety. I respectfully request that you respect it as the intellectual property that it is. Thank you!

 

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