The last few days of work before I take a break and head north for awhile. The godson and I will play music with some joy and I trust that we’ll be able to have some constructive communication about ‘life’. It’s not that I know what works but I do know what hasn’t worked and that, in itself, may be a useful signpost.
Played at the Family Hotel last night for the first time in weeks. Enjoyed it even though I worked up a dripping sweat trying to play the odd rhythm which goes with ‘The Festival.’
Wish I felt as glorious as the day itself but I don’t. Glanced up just in time to witness a bird fly past within a few feet of the window. It’s the small, wondrous moments which have the capacity to lift my spirits.
The day is young and full of promise. I’ll carry that thought.