I am so proud of Henry.
Due to circumstances, I decided (with permission) to bring him into the choir stalls with me at church on Sunday. He first sat through a 45 min. rehearsal, then had a quick snack. He processed into the church with the choir, sat in the stalls for about another hour and did a quiet activity only during the sermon. The rest of the time he was observing.
Remarkable. He seemed fascinated by viewing the church service from behind. What made me so proud was how he entertained himself with observation, imitation and imagination. He seemed confident, happy and stimulated. Perhaps this is a backdoor to his musical education?
Speaking of music, after a hiatus from playing the piano, I just had to play today. My emotions steer me, especially when they are accumulating and not finding an outlet.
Last weekend I had the pleasure of seeing The Importance of Being Earnest at the UofT Hart House theatre, with my parents. The play opens with these lines, and when I heard them I blushed.
Algernon. Did you hear what I was playing, Lane?
Lane. I didn’t think it polite to listen, sir.
Algernon. I’m sorry for that, for your sake. I don’t play accurately—any one can play accurately—but I play with wonderful expression. As far as the piano is concerned, sentiment is my forte. I keep science for Life.
And so I offer the first part of Beethoven's Sonata Pathétique (Grave/Allegro).
It is near 10 minutes long.
It is long. You may not make it through.
But that is the point.
It takes endurance to play.
There are many mistakes.
To pace myself, I forgo accuracy, nuance and sensitivity.
I have not practiced this in months/years.
The point is, we get one shot at life. When life serves up challenging times, we don't get a rehearsal. Each day must be taken on its own, and despite best efforts, mistakes will be made. But by addressing the mistakes and moving forward, with enough determination, we can make it through to the end. Emotions are fuel, but they can also be the undoing. So here is my attempt to express my need to press on day after day, after day...
And...the rest in pictures:
|East Lynn - Farmer's Market|
|Henry insists on falling down over and over and over...|
|Friday, my friend got me out to the country. |
Buying corn for dinner on the honour system.
|Morning sunrise. Wow.|
|Road trip to antique stores around Lake Simcoe, brought us by Cannington. |
I lived here from 0-4, my father being the parish priest...
|...we lived here in the Rectory.|
|Breathtaking autumn leaves - - especially with sunglasses on.|
|Old barn, full of antiques. Amazing we even found the place.|
|Post-church BBQ on Sunday.|
Henry actually sat apart from me at the kid's table.
Good for you Henry!
And that is the week that was.