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.
I have always thought that the very nature of creativity prevents equanimity…the creative process demands that we move towards a state of imbalance which we attempt to modify by the art we create…but as you note we are blessed in many other ways.
slpmartin
March 25, 2012 at 8:14 pm
Wow– you are very wise, my friend.
mairmusic
March 25, 2012 at 10:42 pm
may your heart sings like that forever.
Sharmishtha Basu
March 28, 2012 at 3:37 am
in my dreams it does…
mairmusic
March 28, 2012 at 10:38 am