One of the things that is truly marvelous about life, is that it is both short and long at the same time. Moment to moment, we have a seemingly infinite opportunity to do good, grow, stagnate, ignore, love, create, or cry. The measure of shortness is, as I see it, a reflection our perceptions of the unexplored, under-utilized and missed opportunities that the universe holds. There is so much to do.
And yet, in a life, there is an equilibrium. Push in on direction too much and there is strain and tension created. Add something to the mix and there is a new equilibrium that must be found.
I lived almost four decades of life before I began to play the shakuhachi. The flute entered my home for find children, careers, pets, and a rich fabric of life. So where does it fit?
As romantic a notion as it may be to imagine practicing this instrument 1-2 hours or more every day, travelling to train with renowned teachers, it would be foolish in the context of my life.
Certainly, it is an instrument that requires a certain focus and attention to develop proficiency in, and I want to be able to do it justice.
I have never truly studied an instrument under a teacher's guidance. I love what I do play, but there is a level of growth I would very much like to push beyond with the shakuhachi.
So, where does ti fit?
Like anything in my life, I am continually discovering the response to that.
Response. Not answer.
Whenever I think I have an answer, it crumbles. Sculpting this life is far too dynamic for something so concrete as an absolute, all-certain answer.