It has been a moving day. From a sincere exchange on the bus with a former opera singer (about growing older, contending with one's body, finding a new career, and sharing the new found calm), to the tour I received of Westport Connecticut from a potential employer at the Suzuki School there (the beaches, the million dollars houses, the moss on the trees), to all the new students and their parents that I met (to the mother that sent me a heartfelt email about my lesson with her son), to the cab driver that shared his working day (after day after day) life with me after having been laid off from a payroll management job at a non-profit. It has been a day with my cello, a trip up the coast to try on a new potential job.
I would like to take this position, if the numbers can work out. There are so many possibilities here, in this life I'm living. Driving through the New England rain with a committed Suzuki teacher was a centering 45 minutes for me. Taking in hours of green and committed students was a different life than my current teaching situation. I'm considering another position as well in the city (still uncertain if there is really an offer), and in two weeks doing an audition for Teaching Artist Apprenticeship not knowing if that is really something that I would be able to do given these other possibilities or the direction in which I want to go. There are a lot of options. The fire is starting. But I have to be centered with what I want, what I envision.
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