March 25, 2012
My heart opens up and out pours a song. All the angst of last night stirred up by “Pina” melts in the reaffirming presence of the music I love. The concert spins its magic thread of notes, a joy from first to last, and I play it, hear it, and send it out for the audience to reach up and catch. I am home, I am whole, and this is what I do. Afterwards, alone again, I walk the streets of my neighborhood in the lengthening twilight beneath a canopy of flowering trees, feeling at peace and blessed. There may never be equanimity in my life, but there will always be moments of great joy– to give away and in giving to receive again.