It's 10 am on a cloudy fall Saturday morning,
and I am curled up in my bed, reading proposals.
Really interesting proposals,
about all sorts of interesting people and places.
[Treat: I love reading about really interesting people and places.
Extra Treat: I love being curled up in my bed,
reading about really interesting people and places.]
Technically they're for work, and technically I believe in no work for the weekend, but this week I was heavily imbued in the process of writing my own proposal/article,
and my desk was covered in my own thoughts instead.
[Treat: To have stretches of daytime,
in my office, to think, to read, to write.
Extra Treat: To think read and write
about stuff that I find to be really interesting.]
That stuff that I find really interesting has to do with children, and how they learn, and how they enact their musical beings. Which would explain why, yesterday afternoon, when I found my house absolutely packed full with my favorite little people, and their siblings, parents, and grandparents,
converging together for a Halloween piano party,
I found myself thrilled.
[Treat: To sit on the floor in the middle of my living room, surrounded by my favorites,
for the purpose of sharing our music with each other.
Extra Treat: To experience the holistic essence of a musical life, complete with snacks, costumes, apple peeler demonstrations, and generations sprawling everywhere.]
And then, after I vacuumed [note to self: when having a rocking piano party that includes massive amounts of both children and popcorn, put your vacuum on 'immediate need' alert...],
I rolled out the door for a Messiah rehearsal.
[Treat: To spend a few hours under the direction of a brilliant conductor and musician, making some beautiful music.
Extra Treat: To soak in the always-amazing-to-me reality that my fingers can move in such a way that beautiful sounds meet my deep soul need.]
And through it all, as I read, think, gather, play, I think:
My life is one big treat.
And I am one grateful girl.
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