Beauty comes to me as a love letter. Unfolding it, something enfolds me, and I cannot move past it. I am held by sight, sound and touch, sometimes even by a scent of something so lovely moving on is simply impossible. I must pause from whatever I am doing, wherever I am going. I must … More Is it not enough?
For a good part of the concert, I felt sorry for the musicians. It seemed as if they were playing in a dust storm of distractions: squawking children, chatty adults, buzzing amplifier chords. But by the end of the evening, we had all, remarkably, been corralled into quiet, focused listening. It was as if a … More Following a musician’s lead in a distracting season