Open Space...

Am I running out of passion on music? I guess not and hopefully not. But every time i pick up "eng2x" (my violin) and think of practicing the piece composed by Pachelbel that I promised to master this year, my hands are suddenly tied up and loosing its grip on the fingerboard. I've always wanted to be a good instrumentalist to my favorite stringed instrument but I failed. It's been three years since i bought it and until now i can't even finished book II of the Suzuki method, too bad. Poor "Mr. Time," he always falls prey to my conventional scape goat which is "i don't have time to practice." Ever since I was a child, the typical sound of this instrument have always been like a lullaby for me. I like its music because it feels like the notes are physically coming out from within every time you play it. It's dredging up those emotions that have been long hidden from uncertainties and letting it soar as if everything else is freedom. The ...

I'm on top of a mountain. Wind hover my entire body, never had a chance of escape loomed over its coldness. But then here I am standing still, holding my bow and about to stroke the four-stringed instrument...music fills in... I’m now staying here in our Carmel Spirituality Center in Brgy. Milagros, Ormoc City. I would say this is the culmination of my intervention year as part of what I have asked in the formation – to be in the place where I can reflect. My previous assignments were from different communities also. You see, I’ve been traveling around the country. And whenever I go, I bring with me my violin. This is not about being a musician who performs to any part of the country. I’m no like Mozart who, as a young prodigy in music, had all the traveling experiences from Salzburg (his birth place) to Austria, Munich, Augsburg, Brussels, down to Italy, Venice and so on and so forth just to promote his talent, eagerly supervised by his father Leopold, parading his son like an ord...