Thank you for your cards and letters over these past months. I have been enjoying a life of delicious moments and inspiring ventures. Knowing that you have been thinking of me delights me to no end, and I am truly humbled.
I am presently on a bit of a sabbatical on Saturna Island. For my friends around the globe, this is a wee, tiny spot on Canada’s west coast. (Do try to find it on a map. It would amuse me to know if you could!) Perhaps it is the seclusion of Saturna that I find most appealing.
It’s been a while since I’ve had the opportunity to escape the ratrace of city life — you know, the many social engagements and, if I can be so bold to admit, the many recording contracts I’ve had to fulfil as a result of my enriched life with the cello. You know, I’ve been working on the Brahms for several months, and I do feel I have come to a place in my performing career where it speaks to me on so many levels. Yes, the Brahms, but also the Scriabin. “Intense focus with poignant, soulful delivery,” is how one headline read. Hard to believe I’ve advanced to such a level from my not-so-distant debut of Baa-Baa Black Sheep. Thank you for your kind support while I set forth in my musical journey.
Saturna has a lovely ambiance, especially on this mid-autumn afternoon. The fog has retreated somewhat, leaving a delicate haze. Light plays with texture as far-away waves on the ocean surface bring a haunting recollection to the day. I am fixed in memory.
Here inside the cabin, the wood stove blankets me in warmth. I rest in assurance that time brings no limits. I rest, calmly breathing the coastal forest bouquet of pine, fir, and otter. I rest.