Like Giving A Precious Present To Myself
Just with that very little, very simple, of what I can do, find, accomplish, achieve – though so far from accepted, general standards – am I grateful, makes me happy. When I’m lucky to write a good thought, lucky to make me my own beautiful chord progressions and melodic lines, lucky to have a good performance of my choir, make a beautiful recording, photo, enjoy riding just on my bike to a village, … when I’m freed from hurting legs and dizziness.
That would like giving me a precious present. I’ve got such a lot now, now in old age as I can better judge beauty, besides, I’ve got courage, – no fear anymore -, the courage to be myself. What a joy.
August 2014
