I just woke up from a dream, which I wrote about in my dream blog, in which I was playing a cello that someone had given me. Upon waking, I immediately remembered a woman I met last autumn in Vancouver at my Aunt Janet’s house. Her name is Sharon, and she and I instantly clicked. She’s Icelandic, so we bonded over our shared zeal for the little island country just south of the arctic circle that has a sublime music scene and the most beautiful language in the world. But also, and more to the point, she is a cellist, and I’ve always wanted to play the cello but never had the opportunity. I told her that it was still a dream of mine, but that at 31 it was probably too late to start. She looked horrified by this statement and said, “Oh no! I started playing cello when I was 45, and now I perform in the symphony orchestra.” That was incredibly inspiring to me: it’s never too late to start. So this dream came along last night to remind me that, although this desire might have been forgotten or ignored for a while, it is nonetheless latent, persistent, and best of all, attainable. I may not be able to afford a cello or the lessons right now, but I’m putting it out in the universe: that’s what I want. I’ll eventually get it, one way or another.
Cello Ambitions
25 Jul 2011 Leave a comment
in Autobiographical, Minds in Morpheus Tags: Cello, dream, Iceland, Music, my life, Vancouver