“the beautiful spring came; and when nature resumes her loveliness, the human soul is apt to revive also.”
–Harriet Ann Jacobs
What a week! (Read on to find out why…)
I remember not thinking this so much as it was in progress, but now that I am looking back on it, I have felt pure exhaustion, for some reason.
For my first official violin lesson.
I didn’t know if a whole hour would be too much for me. Playing violin is going to be a physical tax on my body, as I have a lot of pain, a lot of the time, but this is like going to the gym, for me, in a way. Sounds less taxing, but it isn’t much less, not really.
I have been just teaching myself, along with a few instructions from my uncle, so now it’s time to learn proper technique. It will be a slow process, a progress that takes time to build on.
I think of it like using an iPhone when you can’t see. At first, when I tried my brother’s phone, it all seemed tricky and difficult. But once I got a feel for it, where on the screen I could locate specific App’s or where on the keyboard to place my fingertip, if I wanted an A instead of a Q. Once you develop the sense memory required, like my new teacher says, it will come to you.
For my new violin teacher.
She has been playing the violin since she was four and teaching it since she was fourteen. I guess that means she is qualified to teach me.
She is outgoing and a willing participant in teaching violin to someone she can’t just show by doing. She must show me, most times, by hand or with verbal instruction, but she has been eager from the beginning. I am thankful and appreciative for the enthusiasm she has shown thus far.
For my brother’s faith in me, in asking me in the first place, to write the lyrics for his final assignment in his Music Industry Arts program.
The song is called “Don’t Look Back” and I hoped it would convey a feeling, but I don’t think many will pick it out from my words.
People’s first impulse is to think most songs are about love, but although this one could be, it’s about losing something else entirely, something valuable.
I was afraid I couldn’t write lyrics. I did it. The week started with only vague ideas and unclear groupings of words. It ended with a song, still in rough draft, but on its way to becoming a thing of beauty. This is because my brother had faith and put the lyric creation in my hands. I just hope he is pleased with the results. I know, after listening to what he’s come up with so far, that I am more than pleased.
For a slimmed-down Writer’s Circle.
Things come up and people get busy. I myself have missed a Wednesday or two, for my brother’s accident or for a bad night of my own. I understood.
It was just the three of us: Bernie, Theo, and myself this time. That’s okay. It was nice to have a smaller group once, but I missed a few other members who weren’t there.
There seemed to be a lot more silliness and a little less serious writing. Good times though. I brought a mystery object. It was a little bear with a heart shaped locket with my photo and my dad’s photo from my kidney transplant. Theo even took pics of it, to show someone, to go along with the wild talking bear story he came up with.
I love the Ireland commercial narrated by Liam Neeson. His beautiful Irish accent is perfect for it.
I know about the beer and the celebrating, as I have had a bit of that St. Patrick’s Day fun here in Canada, but no green beer can compare to the real place.
For one incredible, once-in-a-lifetime adventure in my favourite place in the world.
It was my dream to visit Ireland and I had a blast with friends, old and new.
I crossed this bridge with my travel companions, in front and behind me, and I made it to the other side.
I speak more about the experience in the above interview with an awesome travel blog.
I am thankful for that experience and that it taught me that sometimes, in life, you’ve just got to go for it.
For Irish music and Irish musicians.
Of course, as much as I love that one, my favourite Irish group is, without a doubt…
God I love Ireland and The Cranberries too.
I wrote a post to mark the twenty year anniversary of the release of my all-time favourite of their albums.
I am forever thankful that this album came along. It taught me about Irish history, about Irish poets, and oh so much more.
As I rode the tour bus along the winding highway I heard a familiar sound coming out of the bus’s PA speaker. It was a song by The Cranberries and then our guide announced we would be stopping at the grave site of W.B. Yeats.
I was blown away by the peaceful feeling I got from that spot. I thought back on that song and the words about the “Lake Isle of Innisfree”.
World Poetry Day is in March after all.
For another chance to showcase a man, through an interview I conducted, who sets a brilliant example for the males of the world and the website willing to give me that opportunity.
Thank you Jeremy McKeen and Garry Atkinson.
For the first day of spring.
I like this photo, or what I’m told of it anyway, because although it is officially spring here in the northern hemisphere today, it is cold and snowing in some parts. I liked the image of spring flowers and snowflakes in the air.
For all the things that bring me happiness.
So, as I said, what a week! What a week of music and of the growth promised by the colour green.
For spring, music, Ireland, even when they are cold.
For all these things and more.
“The world is full of magic things, patiently waiting for our senses to grow sharper.”
–William Butler Yeats