Felt the sun on my face briefly this afternoon as I drove my son to a swim class in San Bruno. (Anyone living in San Francisco for the past month or so will know why I bothered to write that sentence.)
Another highlight of a rather dreary day: watched Artur Rubinstein describe to Robert MacNeil how losing most of his eyesight at the age of 90 opened other worlds to him--"I had time to listen to music, go to concerts...before, I was reading too much."
I love Rubinstein--his music and the man himself, at least what comes across to me in his memoir of his early years.
A strong desire today for more music and writing, that is, for more time for those pursuits...that part of my life which is as important to me as the sun. Following Rubinstein's example, though, I could say that motherhood has forced me to cut out the trivial aspects of my life and get to the heart of the matter--in writing, in music, in living. (I could say that--but it wouldn't be true. When was the last time I touched a piano for more than a few minutes?)
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