Tagged With: practise

Value

October 4, 2016

What an intense beginning to October it has been.  It feels like I’ve been birth canal-ed – squeezed into a ‘passage through’ from that September of structural change (schedule, mental, energetic) into this October of ‘Now, GROW’.  This is the first morning of stillness after a massive storm of People and Events and I find myself […]

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Colour Pages #2: Green, like breathing

April 5, 2016

Aggression is the other side of green. As a 14-year-old downhill racer I was trained to attack the hill, to ski not just on top of it, but in it. At the same age I was also developing my approach to cello. My first teacher – a passionate violinist who adored Kreisler, who played always from inside the music […]

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#Selfie 12: My face belongs to you

May 25, 2014

As a musician I know this – that I am most effective as a performer when I get my Self out of the way, and simply allow the music to flow through me and out.  People who are listening are then much more able to hear and recognize themselves in what’s being played, and can […]

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January 2013

January 30, 2013

A fog-laden wind sifts through tree boughs to the northwest.  Into my left ear the presto drip of snowmelt on metal roof is punctuated by a random slide, thunk of heavier stuff pulled to ground.  On my lap, the steady, thundering purr of kitten. The dark outside is thick with visible air, like stirred winter […]

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Ball joints, Rotary & Equinox

September 24, 2012

There’s a loose ball joint on the car’s right front wheel.  So get it fixed asap; meanwhile go slowly over bumps.  Somehow I have a feeling this has broader application than just the car. My 16-year-old kid has been chosen as the lead Owen Sound candidate for a Rotary International Youth Exchange (11 months long) […]

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On empathy and complaint

August 24, 2012

One of my best teachers gave us a good daily practice.  This came out of a discussion about the idea of when one is truly ‘finished’ with something – in this case a painting – but it could be a poem, a novel,  practise or rehearsal of a piece, a song, a cleaning project, a […]

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Impossible Beauty

December 28, 2011

It began yesterday morning when the temperature dropped.  This dreary, straight down rain we’ve felt so wrong about all month became soft floating flakes of snow – wet enough to stick to every branch, every bough, thick enough to cover last years piles in a pristine white eiderdown.  Less than a day later I wake […]

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what music does, after

February 23, 2011

This was taken on the Saturday of Lupercalia in Owen Sound, 7am-ish before I took this cello to hospital in Paisley. It’s wednesday now, and the world of daily work and longer-term projects has re-established it’s mastery over the ship. I’m on lunch now from one of my other jobs, catching up on tasks and […]

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