Ten Years Of Harp

DSC00786I had my first harp lesson on the evening of September 28, 2004. My harp lesson on September 29, 2014 was the tenth anniversary of first sitting in my teacher’s studio and putting my fingers on harp strings.

When I told my teacher that I was celebrating the tenth anniversary of beginning harp lessons with her, she said, “That is so cool! Not everyone can look at the last ten years of their life and say they’ve learned how to do something completely from scratch. You have a lot to show for what you’ve been doing with your life for the last ten years.”

And so I do. The harp is no longer a “someday” dream. it is my real, live life, every day.

A few months after starting lessons I wrote in my journal, “Becoming a musician is turning me inside out.” And so it has. The person I am today was formed and forged on the harp bench. Staring down childhood demons, laying aside the cloak of invisibility that protected me, and having the courage and confidence to take myself out into the world to be seen and heard are all gifts from my harp strings.

I’ve always liked a structured path, with the milestones to be reached clearly defined, and then noted and checked off the master list as they are achieved. When I started my blog four years ago, I despaired of ever having any sense of direction about learning to play, or of having any sense of myself as a harper. But the harp taught me to trust emergence, to trust that what I need to learn next and do next will reveal itself with quiet and attentive waiting, much like seeds nestled in the dark earth await the right season to send out their first green shoots.

The harp is no longer about being good enough or worthy enough or skilled enough to play. For the first time since beginning the harp years, I know I really can play. The harp is not a challenge external to me that I must master, with a required set of skills that I must be able to perform. Instead, the harp is a part of me. It is where I have my place, where I feel completely alive. It is, as Ruth Ann once told me, “where my passion has found her voice.” It is where I both see for myself, and express to the outer world, who I am, and who and what I love. It is where I am home.

 

 

The Colors of Rennes-les-Bains

On the first day of my photography retreat in France, we drove through the winding roads and steep foothills of the Pyrenees to reach Rennes-les-Bains, a tiny Languedoc village perched on both sides of the river Sals. Artifacts discovered in the village indicate that Rennes-les-Bains was known for its hot and cold springs even before the Romans established colonies in the area.

The village’s narrow streets inch up steep hills and twist their way down to the river. Around every corner there are surprise bursts of colors aglow in the late summer sun. Come explore the colors of Rennes-les-Bains with me.  (All images © Janet Hince, 2014.)

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Eiffel Tower Nightfall

My last night in Paris, I sat at the Eiffel Tower and watched the changing lights until the twinkles turned on at 9:00 pm / 21:00. I took these photos with my aged iPhone4. I hope you enjoy the show.

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Montmartre Harp Sighting

I returned to Paris and Internet access last evening. Thanks to the Air France pilots’ strike, I had a very long train ride from Toulouse to Gare Montparnasse, and what was supposed to be another day of Paris sight-seeing was limited to what I could see out the windows of the #92 bus back to my apartment.

But this morning I was back in tourist mode. I headed to Montmartre with the hope that I could see all of Paris spread out before me. Alas, Paris is in the middle of a smog alert, and when I looked towards the city all I could see was a dingy gray haze. But all I had to do was turn around to see this carrousel.

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Then I joined the throngs of tourists to ride the funicular to Sacré Cœur.

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As soon as I left the funicular carriage, I heard harp music. Here’s my harp sighting on the plaza below Sacré Cœur.

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This is Hugo and his Paraguayan harp. He’s played at Sacré Cœur for many years, and sells his CDs to people like me who are suckers for busking street musicians, and especially busking harpers. You can see and hear Hugo in this video posted in 2008.

I leave the City of Lights tomorrow morning, and will gratefully sleep in my own bed tomorrow night. I’ll share more photos of my France adventures once the jet lag abates a bit.

À bientôt!

In the Languedoc

I am in rural southwest France, where internet connections are spotty and signal strength is quite weak. I am unable to upload many images at present. I’ll post more when the internet connection is better. With luck, here is one from Rennes Les Bains, altered with the waterlogue app.

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Musicians in the Musée de Cluny

The Musée national du Moyen Âge, better known as the Cluny Museum, is best known as the home of The Lady and the Unicorn tapestries. The museum’s statues, art, stained glass, and tapestries provide windows into the lives of the people who were alive when the Gothic cathedrals of Paris were being built, and show that music was an important part of life in the Middle Ages. There are a couple of harp sightings, too! Come have a look:

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A Walk Through Luxembourg Garden

I awoke to another bright, blue-sky day in Paris, a perfect morning for visiting le Jardin du Luxembourg. I am finally getting the hang of Paris buses. I found the right bus stop and the right bus without getting lost and having to accost a stranger with my butchered French to get directions (of which all I can usually understand is “left” and “right”.)

Luxembourg Garden is an immense green space that provides respite for weary Parisians and tourists alike. As I walked through the column of plane trees, I inhaled the aroma of flowers and newly mown grass instead of gasoline and diesel fumes, and listened to birdsong and children on the playground instead of horns and sirens. C’est magnifique! Come see the garden with me. . . . .

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Angels of Sainte-Chapelle

Sainte-Chapelle is known for its soaring windows of stained glass.

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If you can tear yourself away from being transfixed by these walls of colored light, there are angels hiding in the shadows:

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The Cathedral of Saint-Eustache

If you say “cathedral” and “Paris” in the same sentence, you will most likely think of the Cathedral of Notre Dame. But Paris is home to many cathedrals, and one of the most beautiful is Saint-Eustache. It was constructed from 1532 to 1640, with towering gothic arches, walls of light, and the largest organ in Paris. I hope you enjoy this visit to Saint-Eustache.
Gothic arches:

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Walls of light, including one with harps:

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The organ:

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Decorated stonework:

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