I have been thinking about my students today, wondering how all of them – past and present – apply what they learn in music class to life. It never occurred to me that my students got anything from lessons other than learning the instrument until I got the opportunity to observe a friend working with his students.
It was my first time observing teaching in the sports venue, and honestly it was one of my first hockey games. The ice has a particular energy that stadiums and fields lack. As if the life giving qualities of water speed up and push upward from the ice.
The players hit the ice, and the music started to flow. The harmonious melodies of the the players indicated they were more like a family than teammates. Music gently journeyed to my ears, despite the intense energy of the game itself.
As my gaze shifted over to the coach, his shadow song rose up but never overtook the melody of his team. Like the flower to the butterfly the coach’s energy fed the players. his melody supported theirs.
It was stunningly beautiful. As the ice spoke, the players bonded and the coach pushed forth his energy out of pure love for the kids.
When you listen to this piece, see if you can find the ice speaking, the players song and the coaches melody.
As always, I am grateful for your autism energy, my dear Phoenix.