D.T.O.D.

I never intended to write a blog post every day, but since I have written 365 the past three years in a row, it seems I set an expectation for myself. I’ve been happily tripping along so far in March, but today, find I have absolutely nothing that needs to be said. 

 

So I went to the piano and spend time, as always, with Bach, but then also Ravel and a few jazz tunes. Until I reached the point where there was nothing more I had to say musically speaking. 

 

That was the signal to just sit quietly, notice the breath, observe the mayten leaves outside my window moving in the breeze. And then this thought struck: 

 

When you come to the end of your words, the music takes over. 

When you come to the end of music, the silent breath takes over. 

From here two choices: 

1)    Back to the words to report back what has come up. 

                                      … or…

2)    When you come to the end of the breath, you have come to the end. 

 

I’ll take number 1.

 

PS D.T.O.D. is what my daughter used to say when I thought I said something important or clever: “Oh, is that your Deep Thought of the Day?”