Even in your greed, you are uniquely generous and gracious. Remarkably so.You did such a good job of showing your generosity that I thought there might be room to slip in some of my greed.
Yes, of course, I would be filled with joy, no doubt, were I to meet again, much less spend real-life time with Leonard. After 30 years, who could imagine that I wouldn't and I would do all I could to describe those feelings accurately and precisely, as I know how it feels to read those of others who do. I shall admit that you carried me away with your possibilities; yet, not so far that I didn't find myself back to earth. The laws of gravity don't require much observation.
I have to wonder if Fljots's use of the term 'pity' might actually apply here. With so many clamouring and bidding for Leonard's attention, each with their own slant and justification as to why they should be the one ~ an interview here; a conversation there; just one photo; a signature, please; could you give this a listen; may I get your input; would you mind passing this on; may I shake your hand; do you think this would be a good idea; could you sing just one song; will you share your wisdom; may I make a film; I have an article I want to write; oh, I would love to do a photo shoot; can you check out this contract... the list is endless.
The 'distance' that seems requisite with 'pity' is inherently there between the observer and the observed. Leonard is surrounded by worldwide vultures of culture who want to cannibalize him with demitasse spoons. The low-grade stress is unimaginable to me. He does well in protecting his privacy; yet, he knows that one misstep could result in a whole new onslaught of bidders. There's that old song I know you remember... "A Town Without Pity" ~ it seems one might say this in describing how it is for him to live with so many wanting a piece of him... just a brief encounter. Might we feel pity for someone being forced to live their life having to protect their privacy and integrity [the uninterrupted wholeness] of their life. I think, maybe...
There are some here whom I know would enjoy an account of such a meeting... I would be one of them. Still, my highest joy would be in knowing that I hadn't imposed on him, and he hadn't compromised what he had really wanted to do, in order to accommodate me. New York can be a cacophony of energy, as it is... yet, even if you enjoy the concurrent and ongoing stimulation of your senses, it can be difficult to find rest.
My scheduling of Anjani's concert was never predicated upon Leonard's attendance. That was, as Geoffrey so aptly put it, the wrapping of the beautiful gift of Anjani. Speaking of her, have you never heard her entire cd "Sacred Names" ~ I know that it is one of those songs that Geoffrey is so in love with. It's a very deeply considered and reverent recording. I know you would love it. You would also really enjoy the lyrics written by this woman whom Leonard loves.
I'm really honoured, Jack, that you're saying these kind things about my expressions of joy. Does it matter that I wouldn't mind at all if Leonard and Anjani slept in the morning after a night of performance... and concentrated on sound checks and relaxation with tea before it? When they finally rose for breakfast that they just went with room service, or met with old friends from New York?
My time is limited, very limited, in New York on this trip. The thought even crossed my mind to just wait and fly to L.A. for her performance there... there are some really great flight deals for that distance. Still, I'm committed to New York.
I wouldn't suggest that what you're suggesting isn't reasonable... on some level, it is or would be, if circumstances were different. Yet, such a meeting as you've described would come out of the result of pressure and some non-descript feeling of obligation... and I don't want that. Leonard's heart is big with many places in it both large and small. I've no doubt he would love to bring us all joy; yet, he does it all the time for us, in many different ways. At this very point in his life, however, his plate is full... and near spilling over.
Reading your posting has caused me to feel good and I've no doubt it would make Leonard feel the same... well, after he got past those tensing muscles that instinctively respond to pressure, of course. I would be the last to presume to plan or change his itinerary, however... and... and...
That's how I feel, Jack.When I find myself in times of trouble
Mother Mary comes to me
Speaking words of wisdom, let it be
And in my hour of darkness
She is standing right in front of me
Speaking words of wisdom, let it be
Let it be, let it be
Let it be, let it be
Whisper words of wisdom, let it be
And when the broken hearted people
Living in the world agree
There will be an answer, let it be
For though they may be parted
There is still a chance that they will see
There will be an answer, let it be
Let it be, let it be
Let it be, let it be
Yeah there will be an answer, let it be
Let it be, let it be
Let it be, let it be
Whisper words of wisdom, let it be
Let it be, let it be
Ah let it be, yeah let it be
Whisper words of wisdom, let it be
And when the night is cloudy
There is still a light that shines on me
Shine on until tomorrow, let it be
I wake up to the sound of music,
Mother Mary comes to me
Speaking words of wisdom, let it be
Yeah let it be, let it be
Let it be, yeah let it be
Oh there will be an answer, let it be
Let it be, let it be
Let it be, yeah let it be
Oh there will be an answer, let it be
Let it be, let it be
Ah let it be, yeah let it be
Whisper words of wisdom, let it be
Thank you for being so kind.
Love,
Lizzy