It’s been a year and a half since I ordered a cheap cello on-line and it arrived on our porch in a big cardboard box. I love playing the cello. I’ve loved it since the moment I unpacked that box. I think, if there are soul-mates, there might also be instruments that best fit our souls, and cello is mine. Cello is currently my open window through which fresh, life-giving breezes blow into the somewhat heavy and difficult air of my life.
One of the other teachers at the music store brought a book of cello-piano duets and asked if I’d like to do one together at the next recital. I said sure. But as it turns out, the duet we’re going to play is so beautiful that I’ve been practicing it happily every spare moment. Hey, maybe I can figure out how to put a link to it right here.
What do you know. I think I did it. That’s not me playing of course. I’m not that good. But I am getting better. I hope. Don’t we all hope, that as we go through our days we get a little better, a little more in-tune, a little closer to the perfection of beauty that we sometimes glimpse.