April is the cruellest month, breeding
Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing
Memory and desire, stirring
Dull roots with spring rain.
- T. S Elliot The Wasteland
A musical day with 4 rehearsals– for one concert but playing in different groups– and then P. and I head out to hear dobro player extraordinaire, Jerry Douglas, at a local bar. Things are falling into place and, though tired, I can see a rosy future beginning to unfold. Just a month of classes left to teach until my time returns to await my own bidding.
In and out on a beautiful spring day. And by the end I have finished my taxes–hooray! And I get a surprise invitation to a cook-out to say a last goodbye to my friend J.– heading off to the Far East. We linger in the fading warmth, enjoying the hints of summer days to come, and the bonds of friendship soon to be stretched but, we are sure, never broken.
It’s finally the day to gather together all the documents I have filed away chronicling 2013 to figure out the taxes I owe. Although I usually put this task off until the bitter end I appreciate it too, as it offers me perspective, a chance to look back and see the road that got me here from last spring.
as weeping willows turn to green
my heart leaps up embracing spring
colors and flowers seem to bring
a hopefulness I need to lean
on with the future unforeseen
I breathe in deeply and then turn
back to the tasks at hand I yearn
to break free sometimes yet structure
sustains me much as music’s pure
joy comes mixed with lessons to learn