Stories

Music is more powerful than we can ever imagine

That boy - who usually refused to listen to any music - listened attentively, opened his eyes and made weird sounds

I work as a music teacher in Kindergarden. In my classes there are hyperactive ADD and autistic children. One KG1 student had a specific case which was kept confidential by the school pshychologist and the boy was being followed by several specialists.

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The Symphony of Water

Springs, brooks, falls, even seas and oceans were visible everywhere.

“He loved this place where he conversed with the waves and tuned into the music of underwater life. What a symphony it was, rich and ever renewed, yet peaceful and always flowing!

The water and the unbroken continuity of the waves breaking on the sand provided him with answers to many questions, while the soft breeze blew away many scars from his past experience from his mind.”

Excerpt from Shireen Maluf "Highway 11 to Eternity" 

 

 

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Via or the Road for Life

I gently spoke to her until she replied back with a small "miaw". She responded to me in a whole conversation that kept her occupied until we hit the veterinary.

Last week my friend and I were driving on a two-way street when my friend suddenly pulled the car to the side of the street, opened the door and got out. Taken out of my reverie and wondering what was going on, I followed him with my sight and saw him picking up a baby-kitten from the middle of the street. "Kitten" already means a small cat, but this creature was even smaller than a kitten, barely two-weeks old. "She" looked uncared for and clearly had lost her mother for several days already.

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Piano and Bird

The bird would let her play the ripples of scales, and then would come in on the notes that formed the melody!

Today, I was giving a piano lesson. My student was playing an etude by Bürgmuller opus 109 no. 2, called "The Pearls." In this piece, the melody was woven in between ascending and descending scales, like ripples of pearls going up and down. The melody had a repetitive rhythmical pattern based on an up beat followed by a shorter value down beat, making the rhythm sound like "taa ram."

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The Value of Seeds or the Seeds of Value

"These are precious seeds and we count them one by one." Ordering Friend A to empty his handfull of seeds on the table, he asked us how many we wanted

I walked into the agriculture shop with two friends, one of whom was an acquaintance with the shopkeeper. "I would like cucumber seeds if you have any?" Friend B asked. "Of course ", replied the shopkeeper thrilled to see us enter his space.

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The Encounter with the Redwing Blackbird

I was heading to Beaver’s Lake walking through Stanley Park in Vancouver. It was in the morning and the weather was warm. As I entered the alley that leads to the lake, I noticed the quietness of the place and the songs of the birds.

I was heading to Beaver’s Lake walking through Stanley Park in Vancouver. It was in the morning and the weather was warm. As I entered the alley that leads to the lake, I noticed the quietness of the place and the songs of the birds. Stanley Park is a forest in the city of Vancouver. Actually , the city of Vancouver rose from the rainforest that once covered the island. As the city was being constructed a part of the forest was kept. Today both city and forest coexist on the same land.

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The Heart Lake

From the wilderness a blue eyed woman appeared, she said she had no home, and she lived in the woods,

It was not an easy hike!
There were no indications, and the trails were falling apart.
Other hikers were also searching,
We shared paths,
An opening came up.
Maybe it is the lake we are looking for?
But surely then... It has dried up.
Should I just head back?
The afternoon was falling down,
But I was determined to reach my destination.
From the wilderness a blue eyed woman appeared,
She said she had no home, and she lived in the woods,
Her name was Kate.
She led me to the trail,
We climbed the steeps,

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The Language of Bees

Several years ago I was on a trip to Peru. As a group of visitors, we were taken to a 2000-year old Carob tree.

Several years ago I was on a trip to Peru. As a group of visitors, we were taken to a 2000-year old Carob tree. When we arrived and exited the bus we realized that walking to the tree was not going to be easy. The tree WAS a beehive. Millions of bees wove around the tree as a web of a symphonic buzz. I stood there wondering how I was going to make it to that tree. The roots were majestic and were calling me for a visit, a touch, a connection. My friends on the bus were already covering themselves with shawls and they were trying to make their way into the swarm.

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