I am sitting here, waiting for spring to declare its arrival in this city of canals, trams, and Van Gogh. L ast evening, I joined strangers in a private home concert. The cellist from Mallorca, flutist from Amsterdam, and pianist from Houston improvised like they were old friends. Yet they had barely gotten to know each other. Making music is making friends.
Music brings such intimacy so immediately.
T he fog this morning reminds me of the double rainbows I saw the other day. It's so easy to get lost in the fog and get caught up in the day to day. We need to lift ourselves out, above, and beyond to see hope. In such uncertainty, we can still find the musicians among us. In pursuit of music, we seek that certainty called intimacy.