Reflections on Konya, time and experience

 

I remember.

That is the beginning of a photo in the mind, tempered with time, and softened with distance. This photo in my mind includes scents of grasses on the wind, feeling of heavy legs walking uphill, tastes of recently-downed tea, moistened lips, and a sense of openness that Cappadocia brought to me with such immediacy.

Being married and living internationally is a learning experience.

We have so many friends who are so good to us (me-Michael; &-Aundreta) and teach us good things about ourselves. Sevilay, Aundreta's student, loves her so much and is so inspired by Aundreta's story. We had a meal together before her trip to Gaziantep, where she is now teaching. Such a kind heart--and very artistic. One thing she showed us was the vase she had designed. The detail was so delicate and beautiful. I mention that to bring my thoughts to this: We have an opportunity to build something like that ourselves with this relationship--the metaphysical version of a vase, to hold something beautiful, to decorate with experiences, and to cook in a kiln to make it strong and durable.

Doing that abroad is difficult, but so strengthening.

Feb 17 2010 in Zafer in front of Ince Minare

 

I had the most wonderful baglama practice. The song was so difficult, like a puzzle to me, but I mastered it somewhat. I left my instrument to be restringed, and then I walked back to get ready for my afternoon students. This was a shot in front of Ince Minare I hadn't considered before, so I am glad I stopped to take it.