Every child comes with the message that God is not yet discouraged of man. ~Rabindranath Tagore, Indian poet, writer, and more
Because of the pandemic, I’m still having my flute lessons outdoors.
In a public park, six feet away from my teacher.
It’s been trying, weather-wise.
One day, I was bundled in a winter coat and carried along a portable heater to ward away the bitter, damp wind.
Another day, I was so busy swatting bugs and wiping my mouthpiece of sweat that I barely strung musical phrases together.
But this weekend was glorious — sunny and warm, with just a hint of a breeze.
Best of all, the park wasn’t busy (meaning I didn’t have to fear an audience’s criticism!)
Do you know how pretty a flute sounds outdoors?
It does. Take my word for it.
Or take the word of this tow-headed boy of maybe three or four.
He, his sister, and their mom were visiting the playground, and I hadn’t even noticed them until I heard spirited clapping during one piece I was playing.
I felt myself blush, and my teacher said, ‘See? Others appreciate the music, too.’
And, as if to make double-sure I knew how much he liked the sound, he dragged his mom closer and clapped even louder.
‘He really likes your music,’ she said.
His sudden joy humbled me and reminded me what a privilege it is to be able to bring so much happiness to others.
I hope this pandemic ends soon so ensembles can return to live concerts.
And I hope this child will always be a music-lover.
Our world needs his kind of enthusiasm.