One of my beautiful students with post-recital glee and relief!
Sweet note from a flute student~thinking that it must have taken her a very long time to alternate inks like that.
A gift of some gorgeous diva-worthy stationery with jeweled notes!
Then it was jaunting off downtown to the famed little Cactus Cafe to hear a hysterical & poignant British singer. Nice way to wrap up this long month of performances. Here's to a new calendar page!
Laurie, love the photo - you both look lovely! You deserve huge monetary rewards in addition to satisfaction for what you add to the students whose lives you have enriched. Perhaps this White House gives grants to people like you. Mmmmm . . .
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DeleteThis sonnet by Philip Britts (1917-1949) is a first for me - I'd not even heard of him until this past week. He was a scientist - a horticulturist - a pacifist and poet, an Englishman who joined a brotherhood of ... I guess you'd call them post-Catholic monks and nuns? Anyway, they kind of did good with other post-Catholics in South America (he died of a tropical disease in Paraguay) - meaning, I guess, that they'd broken with their church (he was married, for instance, and had four kids), but still kept their faith and kind of the monastic trend of their lives. Anyway. I love this. SO much. Wholeness: it is my wish for you this week, as you feel so fractured with the move and all. ♥t
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How often do we miss the fainter note
Or fail to see the more exquisite hue,
Blind to the tiny streamlet at our feet,
Eyes fixed upon some other, further view.
What chimes of harmonies escape our ears,
How many rainbows must elude our sight,
We see a field but do not see the grass,
Each blade a miracle of shade and light.
How then to keep the greater end in eye
And watch the sunlight on the distant peak,
And yet not tread on any leaf of love,
Nor miss a word the eager children speak?
Ah, what demand upon the narrow heart,
To seek the whole, yet not ignore the part.
1947
That's gorgeous! And exactly why I keep this blog running. Looking for those little bits of joy.
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