I’m preparing for a flute recital in September. Here is a beautiful piece that I hope to learn some day, but it won’t be for a day in September.

A note on practice. In the last post, I wrote about playing a few pretty notes on the flute. Unfortunately, during my next practice session, the memory of those pretty notes dissipated, then disappeared into the distant past. Especially because I still don’t know how my lips are supposed to pucker to play in the new way; the old way is much more familiar.

For years, I have been lackadaisical at best with my flute playing. When my mother moved here in March of 2020, eventually dying, I left my flute to molder, bringing it out a handful of times but to no avail. So how odd that when Carl and I got home from the Cal/Can trip something clicked. I reached out to an online teacher. I’ve started lessons again.