The high frequency sound of my own mind woke me two hours ago.
July 2013 is finished, incredibly. So many things stuffed into a month, and June was only last week. August will also finish in one week – 2013’s August of sleep-deprived days, 2060 kilometer weeks, lousy cash-flow, last suppers, Pearson Airport, and cello cello cello.
August of returning home to the mighty engine of work, rampant gardens and a house gone dormant.
This month of August has been relentlessly demanding – in the year of turning corners, making changes and consciously moving on into deeper territories. This month more than any other in a long long time has required of me a shocking amount of courage, and active self-respect since, in order to turn corners, make real changes and move on, I need also to Let Go.
I’m not done. The six days remaining to me will be full indeed – of focused, clean work, creative application, and development. These are just words. The doing will be truly satisfying – I can’t wait.
Penultimate August, full of opinions, critiques and challenges to my sense of worthiness, in this last week, I say to you, “Bring it.”
September will come and I shall know myself even better. Which is good, since in September I will turn 50.
Music music all day yesterday – Jacqueline duPre while I traveled south in the morning, then a discussion about building an effective system for music education in Owen Sound with someone who, with certainty, knows how it’s done. Then some information about Dr. Suzuki, who has changed the world with music pedagogy (like sistema in Venezuela, but Suzuki did this in the early 1900’s in Japan), then a race with the clock and the rain and the slow drivers to a gig about Tom Thomson (Songs in the Key of Tom, by the incredible and powerful david sereda), the same evening.
Oh and there was a full, FULL moon the whole time.