Trifecta: Heart of the City

Each day she’s there.  I’ve never stopped to ask her story.  I’ve never bothered to learn her name.

Up the escalator I move.  Her voice lifts me from the depths of the city’s underground.  Her song carries me into the sunshine.  Her melody warms my heart and I feel the strains of the workday melt away.  She sings with such spirit; the joy in her voice gallops up and down Peachtree Street like a wild mustang released.

Her clothes are plain; generally a set of colorful scrubs.  Her hair is tightly tucked beneath a bandana.  Her grace comes from within; each delightful note presented to the world on operatic sound waves.

A tattered hat lies on the ground.  We toss in some change; she offers a shy grin and a head nod never breaking from her song.

She’s as much a part of the landscape as the oak to her left and it’s as if she belongs to the city itself.  Did the asphalt jungle give birth to her?  No, she is older than the city and its soaring structures.  Before the lights flashed and the air was filled with a cacophonous back beat, her foot tapped out its own meter.    Before traffic jammed and green ways turned gray, she gently hummed her tune.

In her lives a soul that has seen days before many would walk by too tethered to their phones to notice that life is going on around them.  She calls to them to share a moment, one tiny second.  And when she catches a fleeting glance of acknowledgement, her eyes sparkle with victory.   Connection nourishes her; it fortifies her mission.

I’ve never stopped to talk to her, and yet we’ve had many conversations.  I’ve never asked her name, and still, she’s shown me her essence.  I’ve never learned her story, but each day she’s there.  Maybe she’s always been.  And may she always be.

BuskerHat

 

This 319 word story was written for this week’s Trifecta Challenge:

GRACE (noun)

1
a : unmerited divine assistance given humans for their regeneration or sanctification
b : a virtue coming from God
c : a state of sanctification enjoyed through divine grace
2
a : approval, favor
b archaic : mercy, pardon
c : a special favor : privilege
d : disposition to or an act or instance of kindness, courtesy, or clemency
e : a temporary exemption : reprieve
3
a : a charming or attractive trait or characteristic
b : a pleasing appearance or effect : charm
c : ease and suppleness of movement or bearing

Remember:

Your response must be between 33 and 333 words.

You must use the 3rd definition of the given word in your post.

The word itself needs to be included in your response.

You may not use a variation of the word; it needs to be exactly as stated above.

 

It was inspired by one of Atlanta’s most well-known buskers, Opera Lady.

From CBS local:

Opera Lady

Often seen: Downtown on Peachtree Street
Peachtree Center
231 Peachtree Street, Atlanta, GA
(404) 654-1296
peachtreecenter.com

One of the main reasons shows like “America’s Got Talent” succeed is because of the surprising sounds and beauty that come from the most unlikely places. Opera Lady, as she is known locally, is the furthest away from the extravagance associated with the belly-bellowing craft, but has a voice that could easily be heard in the Atlanta Opera. Often seen in downtown Atlanta in front of the entrance to Peachtree Center food court, she regularly sings for the downtown workers during lunchtime and has a basket for donations.

 

Enjoy!

 

Stay positive & love your life!

 

-Melissa

 

Today:

Listening to:  311 – Do You Right

Eating:  Black beans, grilled veggies, and rice.

Drinking:  H2O

Random fact:  I enjoy Opera Lady far more than I enjoy going to the opera.

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29 thoughts on “Trifecta: Heart of the City

  1. I love buskers. They can be sunshine or fresh air, a smile from a stranger, a weight off my back.

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  3. Phenomenal piece of writing!Sheer poetry in prose-” the joy in her voice gallops up and down Peachtree Street like a wild mustang released.” & ” Her grace comes from within; each delightful note presented to the world on operatic sound waves.” and ” And when she catches a fleeting glance of acknowledgement, her eyes sparkle with victory. Connection nourishes her; it fortifies her mission.”-such gems!!

  4. I loved reading this. Very nice. I have “known” street performers like that before.

  5. This was great. I really like the last paragraph, how someone can affect us so deeply eve though we don’t know them.

    • Thanks Janna! It is really odd the connections we make. Blogging is like that in a sense. We share so much and many times connections are made even when there is no commenting or liking.

  6. Really enjoyed reading this. I was especially struck by the paragraph,”In her lives a soul that has seen days before many would walk by too tethered to their phones to notice that life is going on around them. She calls to them to share a moment, one tiny second. And when she catches a fleeting glance of acknowledgement, her eyes sparkle with victory. Connection nourishes her; it fortifies her mission.” Thanks for writing and posting.
    –JW

  7. You’ve painted this so well, I feel like I travelled though that mall/transit system with you. I think the moral of the story is, one never knows when something we do will impact another in a meaningful way. We go through our days with plain noise crashing around us. It’s a stunning contrast when we’re serenaded by a gorgeous voice /classical music in an unexpected setting. Lovely!

  8. I bet Opera Lady would be honoured. This was a charming and heart-felt piece.

  9. This is so good. I love this line:

    “the joy in her voice gallops up and down Peachtree Street like a wild mustang released.”

    A beautiful tribute.

  10. What a great slice of life. This is a lovely tribute to Opera Lady.

  11. You can never know what beauty you’ll find tucked away in the corners of the world. This is lovely work.
    Thank you for linking up. Please remember to return for the voting!

  12. This is absolutely amazing. I love the part about her being as much of the landscape as the tree. Very descriptive and made me want to hear her sing.

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  14. Oh well, now you know I love this!!! Amazing beautiful imagery! I know you…. how much more vulnerable can you be?

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