I played a little of my favourite Schumann today. Well, I couldn’t really play it, but there were glimpses of its beauty coming through.
Even playing quietly is very painful if there is just a hint of a stretch.
His turbulent mental health and anguish gives his music an exquisite poignancy and bathed in the wonderful rich sound of my Steinway, I fell for it this afternoon.
Just for a few hours I felt so bereft…. I love playing. It has been so vital and nurturing…. my solace and my refuge for so many years.
I find it unimaginably hard to envisage life without being able to rely on it.
What a luxury to be surrounded by beauty of all kinds and how precious that is.
I hope this is teaching me never to take things for granted. Perhaps in time my thumbs will settle down.
On a positive note, my beautiful Dulcie has almost made up her mind. My priority is probably the bow that is easiest to hold. Good job it’s the one we both like the best.
I shall have to go and stroke her with it before she settles down for the night.