And again, many months have passed without really having had a chance to sit at my leisure and write on my blog. After a sabbatical year – which included a couple of trips to India – mainly around Rishikesh, Pune, Bangalore, Mysore and Goa – the first and last I managed to visit twice in the same year, many memories and ideas were added to my travel notebook – where I’d have a list named: “Things to share on the blog”… which I haven’t been able to update in a while. In any case, I hope that I get into a routine of sharing and writing more. I’ve learnt a lot (not only about Well-being, Health and Yoga from the courses that I underwent) but mostly importantly with and from people that I bumped into during my journey.
I landed home in Málaga before Christmas, just in time for the arrival of a little angel named Alexander, my newly born nephew. Sometimes I wonder how a heart is able to cope – it must be magical the way it expands to add space for new people that enter our lives, some of which remain forever. Perhaps Shinichi Suzuki is right in saying that “Music is the language of the heart without words.” An approach called The Suzuki Method seems to be a success, not only for the heart, but also to educate children.
On this musical note, a great article was recently published by Dave Ackert in the LA Times:
“Musicians are some of the most driven, courageous people on the face of the earth. They deal with more day-to-day rejection in one year than most people do in a lifetime. Every day, they face the financial challenge of living a freelance lifestyle, the disrespect of people who think they should get real jobs, and their own fear that they’ll never work again. Every day, they have to ignore the possibility that the vision they have dedicated their lives to is a pipe dream. With every note, they stretch themselves, emotionally and physically, risking criticism and judgment. With every passing year, many of them watch as the other people their age achieve the predictable milestones of normal life – the car, the family, the house, the nest egg. Why?
Because musicians are willing to give their entire lives to a moment – to that melody, that lyric, that chord, or that interpretation that will stir the audience’s soul. Musicians are beings who have tasted life’s nectar in that crystal moment when they poured out their creative spirit and touched another’s heart. In that instant, they were as close to magic, God, and perfection as anyone could ever be. And in their own hearts, they know that to dedicate oneself to that moment is worth a thousand lifetimes.”
Savita 