Crescendo, decrescendo. Piano, forte, diminuendo. Major & minor & atonal. Tricky bursts of sforzando and fortepiano. Occasionally contabile. Endless recapitulations.
In the midst of it all, I continue to seek the Om.
For now, small accomplishments in which to take a moment of pleasure: a tidied spice drawer. The cabinet of Odd Things sifted and sorted. An ability to look into a pantry and pull together a tasty casserole without ever consulting a cookbook.
And the reassuring hugs from a man child who is trying so hard to be strong for me.