Friday, January 30, 2009

Things are changing - there are major changes - that sense of moving to the next great stage. These are great changes, greater than I have known since I was 21 years old. This is a new adventure and it excites me greatly. Of course it has not arrived yet, but I am close enough to see it's shadow over there, just beyond that fence.

Of course, in making this change and crossing over that threshold, I am forced to see that further threshold, that last dread fence which I must cross into whatever field lies beyond.

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Monday, January 26, 2009

there is a humming, or something like that, a movement, a disturbance, something moving but this is not the sign of which Franz spoke, not the moving he heard and feared.

The great wheels are turning again - could they not wait just a little longer, just another year or two until things are ready. Can I make it to the end?

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Tuesday, January 13, 2009

Just in from playing a recital. There is no joy in it now, just a going through the motions, hanging on by the skin of my teeth and hoping it will soon be over.

Counting the days to the end and hoping I can make it.

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Monday, January 12, 2009

About to return to that place that was once my delight and joy - now it is a burden.

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