The movie, Zorba the Greek, was introduced to the world in 1964. I was mesmerized by the music and the dancing and by Zorba’s passion and unbridled exuberance. Since then I’ve read the book twice and seen the movie again.
I used to play my Zorba soundtrack when I cleaned house. I found it’s utterly impossible to be in a bad mood when that music filled every room. In my mind I danced with Zorba — free and unselfconscious. While I was a little too buttoned up to let go and dance, absorbing the music was the next best thing.
Years later, when the stereo and the record were long gone, I could dredge up Zorba’s music most any time, even without actually hearing it. I could see Zorba dancing in the sand. My mood changed for the better immediately.
About a month ago, I ventured (with a little kicking and screaming) into the 21st century and am now the proud owner (and often frustrated user) of an iPhone. In a recent learning session, my son taught me to download music. Even after many years, he remembered how I loved Zorba’s music so that was my first download. Since then I’ve put other music and podcasts on my phone and am creating the habit of listening to such things when I go to the gym or work in my garden.
Today it was Zorba — all morning. I didn’t mind the weeds today. In fact, I hoped the weeds didn’t run out before the music ended. If anyone had been watching they might have wondered why I was smiling as I worked. You see, smiling is not the norm for me, under most circumstances. I suspect there was a spring in my step as well. My behavior this morning could have roused suspicions among my neighbors.
As it turned out, the soundtrack played multiple times while I worked. Actually it felt more like enjoying a cool summer morning in my backyard. Being with Zorba energizes me and removes my burdens. I want to be more, to do more, to have a bigger vision. Here’s a ponderable quote from the soundtrack:
Alexis Zorba: Damn it boss, I like you too much not to say it. You’ve got everything except one thing: madness! A man needs a little madness or else . .
Basil: Or else?
Alexis Zorba: . . . he never dares cut the rope and be free.
That’s what I like about Zorba. The madness. The vision to dream big. The courage to cut the rope.
With no doubt. No apology. Full steam ahead.
That’s the magic of doing mundane chores with Zorba. He expands my vision and bolsters my courage. He cheers me on as I cut the rope to set myself free. Then we dance together at the edge of the ocean.
Something holding you back?
Perhaps you need a little Zorba time.
Until next Tuesday . . .