Healing Dance with a Piano
I’m sitting at a piano feeling anxious, immobilized, indecisive and deeply sad. Why? What could a piano be doing that has me stopped in my tracks? Haven’t I been writing about how wonderful it is to be out hiking, even in deep snow at low temperatures. Haven’t I been making presentations about what I’m willing to do to be in the presence of overwhelming beauty? Didn’t I declare 10 months ago today that I was now a nomad?
It’s just a piano! I don’t have a house, I can’t have a piano, right? Well, that’s just it! This isn’t just any old piano, it’s the piano that I bought 30 years ago to lighten my heart. It’s where sang songs with my children. It’s the instrument that freed my inner musician while I mastered the first two books in the Suzuki School. It bonded me with my son as he blossomed as a cellist, giving voice to the duets we played together. It was an instrument of healing in the community Shepherd’s Play that softened my heart to forgiving the Waldorf Community for dashing my dream of taking a class through their 8-year schooling journey.




