This will be part gratitude post and part music review, I’ve decided. Music always causes me to be thankful.
Here’s what else’s going on.
I am thankful for some of the best October weather lately.
Okay, so that weather decided not to hold on for our family day, when we’d planned on visiting a pumpkin patch, to have a good time like we did last year. Ah well, can’t win em all.
Before that though, well I would stop at my favourite spot in my house, my stairs, on the landing, and I would put my chin on the window ledge. It is high enough that I just meet its height. It makes me feel child-like when I stand there. It offers perspective.
With this weather, first it was a couple of extremely breezy days and I just loved the sound of rustling leaves in the trees, some far off hissing. Such mild breezes and the smell in the air was just glorious.
I am thankful for Canadian healthcare.
I tried to feel indignant on some comments DT made about our healthcare, but decided that is nothing but wasted energy.
Nothing is perfect, as I continue to have symptoms that become difficult to treat, but when it really counts, Canada is the best place to be.
Again, I worried about my brother’s health, three years post kidney transplant. He needed medical help this week suddenly, to be treated for shingles immediately, and he was. Hopefully, he is on the road to total recovery. Knock on wood there are no further complications from the virus. It is his second time with it.
I am thankful for live music.
Shawn Hook was the opening act.
I am thankful that I was able to attend a live musical performance like no other, with my sister and my unborn niece or nephew.
Lots to say about this show, which was a lovely surprise of a performance, but I still want to write a full review another time.
This song just makes me want to get up and dance.
I was looking forward to seeing Lindsey Stirling live for a while now and, once more, I found myself becoming transformed by what I heard and felt.
I am thankful for another Wednesday evening in “The Elsewhere Region” (which just means my twice-a-month writing group), that you just never know who might show up there.
This week we had a surprise guest from Denmark. She was a friend of one of our members, just visiting for the week, but it was nice that she came along. She is a writer too, which was obvious from her piece that she wrote and read aloud to the group.
I am thankful for the love of certain kinds of music that my father has passed on to me, from his generation, of the kind that a lot of people my age don’t have.
My father taught me to love and appreciate The Beatles. I owe him for that.
This documentary was sweet and sad and it brings you back to the 60s, a time I did not live through, but when I watch things like this, I feel I can understand a little of what that time was like.
I am thankful for a violin teacher who shows me lots of compassionate patience and who lends me a chin support so I can keep hold on my violin with just my neck and head.
I am thankful for my brother’s quiet support of my attempt to learn to play the violin.
Recently, my discouragement has been growing, but I will not give up.
Some things we really want, we soon learn just aren’t meant to be. Learning to play the violin, for me, isn’t one of them.
Doesn’t mean I don’t doubt myself on a regular basis. I may not be the most dedicated player, devoting hours and hours to learning, but I am a slow yet determined learner.
Just when I was beginning to doubt that I was doing all of this for the long run, I practiced, on the sly, while most of my family were elsewhere. I did not draw attention to it, but my older brother was present.
We both think the violin is just so neat and I felt better in that moment, when I acknowledged how hard it’s been and when he offered up his signature style of quiet support as I fumbled to get through a song.
I vowed then that I would not give up on my dream.
I am also thankful that he doesn’t give up.
He keeps helping me with things I struggle to do on my own, now that it’s just me.
I think music sounds so much better in surround sound. He made it so much easier for me to go from cable TV, to movies, to my computer. The fewer steps there are, the easier I will pick it up and do it on my own, even if it takes me forever to master it all.
And my brother keeps coming back, helping me, over and over again.
I love hearing my niece and nephews playing. They even allow me to get in on their games now and again as well.
We played and I watched how the game was constructed. How my niece acted out what she sees every day, with the grown ups in her life, how there’s a repeated order to the imaginary day we were living. Wake up. Going shopping. Eating lunch. Having a day where we just rest. Back to bed. My brother was the best at these last two.
Children are the best and I watch the children in my life, reminding me of the child I once was myself. This is a priceless gift.
I am thankful for my family. Goodnight.