Back to the Monday list:
# 2 on the list was...
Read books of my choice this week: Still working on "A Wind in the Door." There is so much beauty in this book. Oh my. I identify so much with the main character, Meg. Lessons of overcoming fear, taking risks, looking out for and doing anything to protect those she loves.
I love this conversation between Meg's genius parents:
"My dear, this is not like you. With my intellect I see cause for nothing but pessimism and even despair. But I can't settle for what my intellect tells me. that's not all of it."
"What else is there?" Mrs. Murry's voice was low and anguished.
"There are still stars which move in ordered and beautiful rhythm. There are still people in this world who keep promises. Even little ones, like your cooking stew over your Bunsen burner. You may be in the middle of an experiment but you still remember to feed your family. That's enough to keep my heart optimistic, no matter how pessimistic my mind. And you and I have good enough minds to know how very limited and finite they really are. The naked intellect is an extraordinarily inaccurate instrument."
Be brave and jam with the big jazz-ers at the Yardbird Suite: Did that one last night. For some reason I got really nervous on my walk over. I turned to Arden and asked, "What if I've forgotten how to play jazz?!?!?" He gave me a nice pat on the hand and said,
"I don't think you've forgotten how to ride a bike."
"That's totally not the same thing."
Turns out I didn't forget how to play jazz. It was a little intimidating I must admit, and I flubbed a solo that was flying at about 200 beats/ minute. But I haven't forgotten jazz, and that's the most important thing.
I received some good news yesterday. I'm going to start taking lessons with Mr. Violin Master himself. The retired 1st chair violinist of the Edmonton Symphony has said, "Yes" to teaching me. YES! I must say, no matter how nice he sounds on the telephone, I'm still scared. My first lesson is on Friday.
It's all about taking risks. I realized this morning that I think the reason I get so nervous sometimes at the thought of flinging the music I play out there for anyone to listen to, is... when it comes to something that you hold really dear, it's really not a matter of whether or not your "music" is accepted as much as it is whether or not "you" are accepted.
Transcribe a jazz solo: working on that this morning.