In the elevator, on my final ascent home this evening, Charlie's owner was trying to get him to sit. "Sit, Charlie, come sweetie, sit." But Charlie didn't sit, not at all. "I think there's something wrong with his hips, he's not old, only three and a half, but I think his hips are bothering him. Hey Charlie, can you sit?" But still, Charlie wouldn't sit.
"Can you put your bow on the D string? Please put your bow on the string.....ok and now can you put your bow on the string please, to get ready to start....thank you."
I wonder if my students have bad hips sometimes, or more likely something else. Why do any of us do or not do the things we are asked, whether by others or ourselves? There must be some reason, and even though we can use words to explain so many things, it does not mean that it is within our comprehension to grasp, let alone explain what is really going on. And there's a lot going.
That being said, I'm always so impressed when students are right with me. It can be a really pleasure.
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