I always think of March as a time to start over. The snow begins to melt into the soil. Earthy scents waft through warm air. The old pale sun is gone, and the new sun, as if shining through a magnifying lens, aims down at us, melting our tense shoulders. We reach for a frisbee, coil …
We turn not older with years but newer every day ― Emily Dickinson These past years I’ve been doing brand new things. I’ve become a mother, a music teacher, a climate activist, a backpacker. I’ve learned new ways to communicate, support, love, give; be resilient, bold, brave. Now as I return to performing music it will …
She is improvising this entire piece. So gorgeous, complex and elegant. It is a prayer:
