There are many factors for why am I frustrated or overwhelmed at work. I realized, the more stress I have, the more I need my friends and family. On Sunday, like every Sunday, I made mistakes when playing organ, and I was not happy about it. Luckily, afterward, a friend took me for a walk …
Happy to look at those promising flower bud of my African Violet and flowers in my garden.
I was practicing organ for Good Friday. I received an email about musical wishes for a funeral. The pastor asked me if I can play Bach’s Air for a wedding. I accompanied a worship service on piano in a retirement home. Another pastor talked to me about music for a baptism. At the same time …
Woke up by birds chirping at dawn is beautiful, only it’s far too early in the morning. Usually, I will continue to sleep again until the alarm clock ring. One morning, I woke up by a bird singing. The singing was so wonderful that I have to pay attention to it. Melodious, low and high …
It’s beginning to look a bit like home since I baked the first butter cake with my new oven in my new flat. It is totally home when I have a piece of butter cake with a cup of earl grey tea.
“I will see you at funeral.” As promised, I meet my friend at cemetery. After attending one funeral, she explained the funeral procedure to me and showed me the organ. It is an electronic organ, but with 2 manuals and pedal, about 20 stops. For the little chapel at cemetery the organ is more than …
My tulips has the colour of brilliant sun set, and the other bunch of tulips has the colour of the sky after the sun set.
I was so close to corona, so close to unable to complete my internship on time. Still, I am safe, I completed the internship, and now I am in my new flat. Therefore, give thanks!
(1) This is a story about a musician called BoYa, he lived around 380 BC in ancient China. He played zither with extraordinary excellent skill and he was very well known at his time. He was even revered as “God of Zither”. The famous Chinese philosopher XunZi wrote: when BoYa plays zither, horses would stop …
“Why am I actually here?”
Amy (fictional name), the almost 3 years old girl was thinking about this question and found no reason to stay still any longer. She raised up from her mattress, come and talked to me.