Quartet Days

For me, few things dissolve otherness like chamber music and teaching.  Few things require such giving and open receiving.  I have a string quartet here.  We played mock auditions for each other this morning, then ate lunch together, then had a two-hour rehearsal on the first two movements of Ravel.  Wanting to communicate, to hear a harmony the same way, to understand a sense of time, to search for anything that is less than desirable and bring it to an honest open space for improvement.  The world harbors a home of such trust and it exists independently of any particular place and time.  Regardless, I already miss them.