Yesterday's magic of rising song line, coming through many different instruments, hearing aspects of Gathering in each voice of each instrument... The combination of gathered voice and instrument even in the absence of the physical, it is that magic of harmony, sung, practiced and practiced again and again. New each moment in that rehearsed and practiced. Magic, yesterday, today and tomorrow. Even in this moment too.
I didn't put the tuner away.
... sitting here, just now, I realized that I didn't put the tuner away. After sitting and playing so many fine instruments, settling completely into the master class of the room, soaking up every aspect of the great players, the great teachers, the great builders, the minds that all come together in that place; when I left, I didn't put the tuner back where it belongs. And that ... is the thought that jumps into my mind? That is the great learning? That is the best of all that time in the master class? I didn't put the silly tuner back? Wow!
I am sure that they didn't mind... funny that I do. And I listen. It is that little voice. One must always put it all away so that the sacred place is honored. What an amazing lesson.
Thanks to both Eric and James. And to the master class that was taught yesterday. Please excuse my sacrilegious sin of not putting the tuner away. I'll say some hail Marys' a practice ... till the next time. And smile when I remember the class for the best of the teaching.
And yes, every instrument that I touched is more in tune than before I touched it. The warmth of the room, the day and the treasure of all the knowledge that was being passed on in tone, texture, and amazing teaching... that warmth remains with me always.
What, that could be absurd, has become normal? What, if taken in a context where there is time and soft breathing and a bit of distance, what? And when, in that flash, there is some anomaly that now looks absurd, what then?
In each moment of daily living, when an absurd moment is brought into light, there is a great chance to engage the moment. It is from within. When a comment, given in full understanding of the moment, is reacted to in such vehement, reactive, shouting, snarling ... reaction, is that absurd? Yes.
And, in that moment, there is a great window into the very drive of all who come into that moment. A knowing that there is not to do but just to be. A great chapter moment.
Then there was that day when, my boss asked for something which was not to be given. And on that day, there was a shift. In that shift, they graduated from boss to something else. And shortly after, it was no longer boss. And shortly after that, it was nothing. But, it has taken years to allow that 'nothing' to become a reality in each breath. And that is the gift of contemplation. The release, when it happens, is all of a sudden 'known.'