Tongue tied, mind blank, uninspired, burned out, writer’s block… Whatever you call it, it’s awful.
This has been a hectic week of busyness for me, the culmination of months of musical instruction and training. My voice and piano students have their formal exams in less than forty-eight hours, and the pressure is ON. I know, I know, the pressure is theirs to bear, not mine. But a teacher always carries the silent burden of
“Have I done enough? Do they really understand? Are they ready?”
Add to that the last-minute pressures of final rehearsals, emotionally charged students with exam-day jitters, and it’s only natural to ask yourself, “Have I forgotten anything?”
It’s no wonder I have writer’s block.
To be honest, Walking in Unforced Rhythms is proving to be both a mystery and a challenge to me. I wish I could say that I’m a master at this, but I’m really not. It’s more like I’m enrolled in ‘Unforced Rhythm School’ and wading through performance reviews and mid-terms.
Father, help me.
And then, the strangest thing happened tonight. As I lay my head on my pillow, willing myself to slumber, inspiration finally struck. Read more