tuning
It's like the top of my head lifts open a little, while at the same time my heart develops a fissure small enough to not kill me, but big enough to let something in.
I sit here listening to the high school chamber orchestra play Handel's Overture to The Messiah and Peter Warlock's Capriol Suite and I start thinking of letters I need to write and contacts I need to make.
This is what music does for me. It opens pathways and helps me to tune myself. Sometimes those little pegs in me that hold my strings need a crank or two.
