Lasting
The old is good not just because it is past,
nor the new supreme because we live with it.
Your task it is, amid the confusion, rush, and noise
to grasp the lasting, calm, and meaningful,
And finding it anew, to hold and treasure it.— Paul Hindemith, Sonata for alto horn in E-flat
Spring Break is humming by. I’ll be back in the trenches soon enough, and am enjoying the relative calm of the days. Working, playing music, reading, napping. I’ve been steadily finishing up digitizing my CD collection, and have been enjoying the quiet thrill of hearing a piece of music for the first time in years. So many old friends, in a new home.
