The word brings with it a musical cavalcade.
“One Light, One Sun, One sun lighting everyone . . . .”
In the not-so-very-long-ago days of cassette tapes, we wore out the Raffi oeuvre at roughly twice the pace we exhausted a series of nondescript mom vans. I need only hear the first four notes to be transported back to four faces, sticky from juice boxes; toddler teeth not yet perfected into gleaming symmetrical smiles; glazed eyes after whipping around a playground, suddenly attentive to and lulled by the familiar music; heads starting to nod as we wound our way home.
You got to do what you should
With each other
But we’re not the same
We get to
Carry each other
Carry each other
One . . . .”
Still further back in time, before we were parents, I drove to Cape Cod with Jim, listening to U2 on the radio. Bonavox, he informed me, was Latin for “good voice.” “Wait, that’s not his real name?” A little smile at the corner of his mouth. (An exceptionally learned man, he was never entirely sure that I knew as little as I knew about some things.)
A glorious single syllable chorus of “One” jars me back to recent May days, when we somehow were both heartbroken and numb:
“One singular sensation
Every little step she takes.
One thrilling combination
Every move that she makes . . . .”
Sitting in a darkened school theater weeks after Jim died, as our youngest daughter performed in a spring dance ensemble. No near-silent clicks from Jim’s camera to capture our daughter, in sparkling black tie, held aloft at the end of an old-style show number; or winding her way along the stage, twirling in ballet shoes; or seemingly in physics-defying flight, like a hummingbird, to the percussive heartbeats of African drums. All I can catch on my own little camera is an occasional abstract blur.
“One is the loneliest number that you’ll ever do . . . .”
19 thoughts on “The Loneliest Number”
That sunset is marvelous, Stephanie.
as always, your post takes my breath away. My heart is with you.
And One is everything, all together….we are all One. Peace to you.
Each “one” is so special. You had a very special “one” in your family, and you are a unique “one” — as are Sam, Noah, Emma and Suzz. Love, A & P
Beautiful, so so beautiful.
Such a tender post Stephanie, you paint your pain in such delicate colours.
One can indeed be a lonely place.
Beautiful words…. and yes, one can be a very lonely place.
Beautiful post for the one. The loneliest number is well described through your words and photos. Stephanie.
amazed at the plethora of shots….beautiful
Much love. Looking forward to seeing you and the gang later this week. Merry Christmas.