 | | Diminuendo Going down.
A violin with no more music in it. A bell waiting to be rung.
And, a nice touch, if you listen hard you'll hear a clock ticking. (A small clock fixed inside the body of the violin, with a battery accessible from the back.
It can't tell you a time, but it tells of time passing.
I was told I had a 'significant loss' in my hearing. Not enough for hearing aids, but enough to bring on a fit of the moody blues, and an assemblage.
With acknowledgement comes acceptance, even pleasure.
Happy that reading glasses exist, and that I have enough treasures in my studio to give expressions for the feelings and thoughts and fears..
I am fortunate. 77 and still going strong.
In early December 2020 I graded to 6th Dan Black Belt in Taekwon-Do.
My proudest, & hardest, achievement. |