So many synchronicities in this here alone for me that it almost makes my head spin. I have been working on transmuting the rivers of the Underworld into musical pieces over the course of the last month, a process that requires a foray into the allegory of each river in question, not just at face value, but deeply into the way it resonates within me. It's an exercise I'm finding takes place mostly in the astral realm, and the hope is that when the time comes I will be able to channel that physically. Though this is a collaborative effort with a dear friend of mine, my contributions are being done mostly on piano, but also utilizing the voice as an instrument.Ave wrote: ↑Tue Feb 23, 2021 12:13 pm I composed my first piano piece a couple of days ago. I cannot really play the piano, but the notes just emerged from somewhere. I always kind of hated my compositions, but I've fell in love with this piece. I realized that playing piano is an allegory of bringing together of the hands and praying. Playing has now felt like praying. With my piano sessions I have gained a new insight into proportion and relations between emotion and stillness. I have observed how subtle thing a balance is. Every single note, every single stream in my being has to be balanced properly, relating to the whole (to the whole piece of music, to the whole human being) and to the Whole.
Mistakes are holy. Mistakes point the way to growth. My CP left hand is holy. I have felt like there are separate beings residing in my left and my right hemisphere. As I play, they grow closer into each other.
Also, I communicate with my father via the piano (I bet you didn't see this one coming). The instrument was his, but know I've claimed it. I always found playing the piano so troublesome, when I tried to play piano accompaniments from the sheets. Now I realized that I don't have to play already existing music, I can make my own. It's so much more fulfilling.
For some reason, the brotherhood has been on my mind while playing. In my mind, I have named the piece after the brotherhood. But really, this music has no name. Thank you, anyway you sweet people.
You speak of your cp hand being holy, and it's because of this that I've been able to see my affected ms hand, my left, as also being holy. Even though I am unable to play as I once could, what I can accomplish is holy. And I really do have you to thank. It has brought back the full range of emotion for me while playing my piano, and I reach a deeper place now than I could formerly with two able hands. So, from the bottom of my heart, thank you, dear sister.
Final synchronicity is I also talk to my father while playing the piano. My father has been dead for many years, but it's in this holy place I envision my thoughts reaching him through the veil.
I feel so blessed to be able to have these connections with you, Ave, and with everyone in the brotherhood. I imagine your beautiful piece in my head as I write this. I bet it is so lovely.
That's so interesting! My experience was the exact opposite of this. I begged to learn the violin, but we couldn't afford it, and my dad spent many years as a piano man (in a literal sense, just like the Billy Joel song), so we already had a piano. I started taking violin lessons last year with my daughter though, and I'm proud to report that I am now also a lousy violinist AND a lousy pianist. BUT I'm a huge supporter of making a joyful noise regardless of technical skill, so that mediocrity is very good to me anyway.Nefastos wrote: ↑Tue Feb 23, 2021 4:02 pm
As a child I was asked, which means forced, by my parents to play an instrument for eight years. While this was probably for the best, I think that they were too eager, because violin was chosen for my instrument. Violin really needs a music enthusiast to sound anything but a tuberculotic cat. I asked if I could play piano instead, precisely because of this distance: I've always had this idea that even a man who is not willing to commit a part of his soul to the Muses of music (like me: my soul is sold elsewhere) can reach some average talent in piano, and that would have been enough for me. But instead of becoming an average pianist, I became a lousy violinist. Of course such a talent also has its uses, just not related to music... But we were already talking about allegories here.