Suspended in the gossamer realm of dreams, beyond the bounds of physicality, you might fly birdlike through the nighttime sky, rising weightless as a spirit, alighting on a star. The memory flutters like a moth before fading in the rosy…
Our voices, singing or speaking, are potentially a direct route from essence to expression, inspiration to music. There’s no keyboard, fiddle or drum to help us, or to hide behind. As with dancers, the physical vehicle is my own body,…
Coming home…my heart was singing….I felt light, free and happy, as one would feel when coming home after a long absence. Irina Tweedie, arriving at her teacher’s house for the first time. Less than the dust at the feet of…
I knew two men—professors in later life—who were one another’s good friends while graduate students at Yale in the mid-1950s. Their friendship at that time and the subsequent courses of their lives have lingered with me as a multiple sign,…
The year was turning to the dark and I set up my new tent in the sitting room to see what it was like, and filled it with cushions and hung bunting inside to make a home of it. Lying…