The Piano Blog, first post for a while. Probably won't be so regular for the next week or so but just wanted to post as I'm happy to be back at the Piano again. However, this is tempered by the awful events in London. A bridge I've walked over many times and friends walk over every day - so a bitter sweet piece.
Piano Blog - Apologies
Sorry that the blog has gone missing for the last 2 weeks. Basically I've had a serious Chest Infection and not been able to get to the Piano, let alone play it ! 10 days without food has been an interesting and sometimes hallucinogenic experience but not my recommended way of losing weight !
Anyway, I thought I might as well 'give up the Blog for Lent' , recover and come back hopefully refreshed with spring energy at the beginning of April so see you then. Thanks, Paul Field.
Because I do not hope to turn again
Because I do not hope
Because I do not hope to turn
Desiring this man's gift and that man's scope
I no longer strive to strive towards such things
Why should the aged eagle stretch its wings ?
(T S Eliot ' Ash Wednesday')
Tomorrow is Ash Wednesday and for those of you that 'do' Lent - the next bunch of pieces/photos/poems/quotes will have that in the back of my mind so whether you're giving something up, using the music as reflective, meditative pieces or just for a coffee break - I hope you enjoy them.
May I live this day
Compassionate of heart
Clear in word
Gracious in awareness
Courageous in thought
Generous in love
Lyrics from a song I used to play in College Folk clubs more than 40 years ago and think of my Grandparents.
Where have the years gone ?
'Old friends, old friends, Sat on their parkbench like bookends
A newspaper blown through the grass
Falls on the round toes of the high shoes of the old friends
Old friends, winter companions, the old men Lost in their overcoats, waiting for the sun
The sounds of the city sifting through trees settles like dust on the shoulders of the old friends
Can you imagine us years from today, sharing a parkbench quietly
How terribly strange to be seventy
Old friends, memory brushes the same years, silently sharing the same fears
Time it was and what a time it was, it was
A time of innocence, a time of confidences
Long ago it must be I have a photograph
Preserve your memories they're all that's left you'.
(Paul Simon 'Old friends, Bookends' - 1968)
“To do the useful thing, to say the courageous thing, to contemplate the beautiful thing,
that is enough for one man's life.”
(T S Eliot)