Friday, March 18, 2011
Blame it on spring, but music has, with exuberant joy, been reminding me of her beauty and necessity. First of all, the children in my classes have been finding the "sweet spot" in any music class: that point of being lost in the song, of making music together; harmony deeply felt. Second, the arrival of an eurythmist at our school is helping deepen my relationship to music, my body, and so many other things. And third of all, I get to sing at our school auction. I will get to sing all those corny, torch-y, jazz-y songs I love to sing.
In music classes, the children, according to their age, often push and struggle and strive and reach for the goal I have set for them. Whether playing an instrument or singing in parts, there is a time of introduction, a time of deepening and practice, and a time of mastery. Students in the struggle of learning sometimes do not see that at the end of all this trying, there is a sweet spot of real knowing. I think this is how life is too.
Old Joe Clark and Spring Can Really Hang You Up The Most. Stringing dulcimers and stringing yarn. Singing needles and colored tones. Hand working and music playing.
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