Tuning the harp is something I’ve learned to love. You have to make it fun because it requires so much time.
Switching from piano to harp as my primary instrument required a learning curve that was unexpected and quite challenging.
Tuning. And for a long time I hated it. Today, however, I can look back and see that it was the endless, enforced tuning of the harp that released my repressed musical self. Comprende?
On Saturday afternoon, Nov. 7, I will be playing with my harp at the “Downton Abbey Tea” a fundraiser for a local library. The event will be held at a local tea room.
Come! Listen to me tune & play & tune again! You’ll love it.
Now, back to tuning. Along the way I stumbled on the frequency debate of 440 vs 432. If you are a musician who tunes you probably know what I’m referring to.
Or maybe not. Recently at the Harper’s Escape I met a very accomplished harpist who I immediately wanted to know better. Later in the weekend, after we had shared a few classes, I asked to borrow her tuner. It really doesn’t take much to knock a string out of tune. However, immediately i noticed that her tuner was set to some bizarre number like 437……I corrected her device, with her permission, and then began to tell her what I’d learned about tuning frequencies. For the time thus far into the weekend she had been unable to tune her harp so that it was in tune with the rest of us. It was beyond frustration for her. I explained what had happened and our friendship was forged. The electronic tuner, like all devices, enable us to create settings that were nearly impossible before.
The difference between 440 & 432 hz is quite an interesting read if you’re interested. You might want to start here.
Oh My! Mona LIsa!
Getting to the spot where I could stop and take this picture was a major accomplishment in Paris. First, we had to stand in a line that stretched around the entire patio, in the pouring rain, of which most of us were ill-prepared . An hour earlier the skies were grey but dry as we watched the Tour de France pedal their way by the Louvre, so when the skies opened up there were many, many of us that sought out shelter in the Louvre.
The Mona Lisa was #2 on my wish list for Paris so I was tickled pink that the weather provided us with this perfect time for an indoor activity. Finally, after a severe soaking, we entered the glass pyramid, rode the escalator, got our tickets, (ez line time here) and entered the museum.
The Louvre is quite the labyrinth and having a map to the painting didn’t really help us find it easily. We tried asking the museum attendants but the language barrier and their interest in helping us didn’t help, much.
After about an hours worth of aimless wandering thru sculptures, ancient tools & technology, and French Renaissance furnishings, my beloved granddaughter had had enough. Her resistance began slowly but escalated quickly over the next few display rooms. By the time we’d gotten to the area where there were actual paintings of that era she was in the throws of a full, unrestricted, hysterical melt down that only a 7-year old Taurus can produce. She wanted out. Now. Her mother and her other grandmother were with me as we all took turns to try to calm her down. Nothing seemed to work. Worse of all, we kept getting lost and needed to keep doubling back to find the Mona Lisa. There was no way I was leaving without seeing that painting! I hoped that the other adults felt the same as I didn’t want to be the sole reason for this child’s unrelenting suffering.
Finally, we found the doorway into the room where she was hanging. I don’t know exactly what I was expecting, but it wasn’t what I saw at first glance. She was hanging at the far end of a large room on a wall by herself. A security bar kept everyone a safe distance way. There was a crowd and we were in the back. My granddaughter quieted down.
I got goosebumps!
And, there’s more to this story to come, but not now. Have a nice day.
Neptune @ The Lourve
Just as Neptune entered my ninth house, I received a delightful invitation to join my daughter and her family in Paris! It was so unexpected…an incredible gift,…how could I say no? On my own visiting Paris was very unlikely. Over the next few months the itinerary for the trip came together and before I knew it I was buckled into my economy class seat and racing down the runway to head EAST. ( a rare occurance for me since I live at the edge of the east coast to begin with.
In preparation for this unexpected journey happening at a significant time, astrologically speaking, I immediately consulted my astrocartography map. Lo and behold, I had absolutely no lines of any sort going thru Paris, any which way. Zero. Hrmphf. What could this mean? Well, obviously there’s no karma for me there, which is kindof nice actually. It gives me a freedom explore a new place without any karmic/dharmic residue confusing my experience.
Not so for the other members of my trip, and that’s the way it goes.
Neptune is an incredibly non-verbal energy that requires some study and experience to rightly interpret it for oneself, as it is the king of denial and illusion, and most likely for others. However, if you are actively practicing a spiritual program with a disciplined, consistent approach, you will indeed gleam much information from Neptune. Visit this post for keywords on Neptune. more later.
This Sunday I am hoping to participate once again at the monthly Circle Of Stories. It’s open to anyone and if you want the time/place details let me know.
StoryTelling is a new art/hobby/practice for me and I’ve enjoyed watching the process that I put myself through to get from inspiration to presentation. It’s usually exhausting and exhilarating both at the same time. I wonder why am I doing this. It’s stressful, yet fulfilling too. What keeps me coming back is the creative challenge to be authentic, entertaining, and deliver a message in three short minutes.
I’ve learned that it really is best to prepare. Write things down. Stand in front of a mirror. Practice enunciation. All that kind of stuff.
My plan today for this Sunday is to continue the story that began with the ill-fated cruise in the Caribbean. The ship broke down under a full moon sky and we remained motionless in the hot, humid Atlantic air for more than 12 hours. What happened after that was amazing!
But, you’ll have to come on Sunday to find out!
I appreciate the oral tradition of storytelling. So much more gets communicated than just words alone, especially if such words are simply fonts on a screen. Old fashioned cursive writing on your paper of choice adds minimal, non-verbal detail to our words. But, the wisdom and knowledge that gets communicated through the sound of the voice reigns supreme for not just understanding and wisdom, but also for entertainment and healing.
Thinking about bringing my harp but undecided yet.
I came across this old post and thought you should re-read it now that the Cardinal Cross is here.
Waking up to ice on my windshield on April 15 is a stunning reminder that things are indeed changing.