Lazy Sunday. Yesterday I sat down at the piano, intending to let myself play for a couple of hours. M fingers were stiff, and my brain dull. The music seemed a million miles away. I didn’t have that sense of open plains inside myself that I usually do with the piano. I had a kind of panic telling me I didn’t have time to do this, I should be working on trying to earn money, or promoting my blog or writing my script.
But frankly I didn’t feel like it. I let the panic be and carried on playing. After a couple of hours I was loose enough for the pleasure to awaken in body and mind. And then nothing mattered. Thoughts drifted through, but I didn’t pay any attention to them. My heart relaxed. I let go.
I played all day, had supper, watched some TV and played on until midnight.
The world receded, and time stopped.