The beautiful Maine summer is beginning to wind down- the shadows are long, the evenings cool, and I can no longer begin my after dinner walk at 7:30. The gardening I hoped to accomplish, the hikes I wanted to take, swimming in a lake, cleaning out the attic…most of that is still undone. I am tired, travel weary and a bit untethered.
Despite my love of seeing the world I am a homebody at heart. My favorite evenings are spent with my husband quietly reading, watching a movie, knitting or listening to music with a dog by my side and two cats stretched out nearby. There has been a pitiful lack of these evenings this summer. I likewise cherish rainy days and the chance to clean out a closet or organize my recipes or, heaven forbid, crawl into bed with a good book. But this summer I have been on the road or practicing or working or...
I am not necessarily complaining, just noticing…in many ways it has been a stellar season. An inspiring American Guild of Organists convention in
time with family and friends in Dallas,
recharging my church music batteries at the Episcopal Musicians Conference in
TN, accompanying Poulenc’s Gloria for the Mount Desert Summer
Chorale, a recital of organ duets and solos with my friend Ellen.
But I feel a change coming...