Last week was a pretty full-on week for me. I had a number of huge days in school with tired and grumpy people, some news that really threw me, kids performing and a lot of notes to learn on the cello. I got the the end of the week a wreck. In fact, I got to Friday and it was all I could do to get up, run a few errands and plant new seedlings in the garden.
On Saturday, I had been given tickets to go and see the latest program by the Australian Chamber Orchestra. One of the great things about working with their Education Department is that I seem to be on their freebie list. It’s so appreciated. Off I went, with Ben in tow, to have an early dinner, and then go to the concert at Angel Place.
Our seats were excellent (again, thank you to the ACO!), and half-way through the concert I realised that I was totally absorbed in what was going on. In fact, I could feel my soul being repaired. There was good in the world, despite Trump and his missiles, too much domestic violence, children I knew in awful situations and a wall of tiredness. In fact, there was a lot good in the world.
I left the concert hall different. It was all going to be fine. Things were better than OK.
Sometimes I wonder what I’m doing when I walk on stage with a cello, or in a music class. I’m not working as a doctor, or a nurse. I’m not digging wells for people who need clean water. I’m a musician, and a teacher. But then I realised what I do – because I experienced it. Through music, I piece souls and hopes back together. It’s a pretty good job, when you think of it like that. Actually, it’s a very important job when you think of it like that.