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Fatherhood: Holding Your Children Tight

father holding his kids in his arms
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A man becomes a real man after he loses his father. A father becomes a real father as his children grow up. Fatherhood is accompanying your kids’ journey as they walk through life.

I’m married. We have three grown up daughters. When I was a child one of my biggest dreams was having a family with lots of children. For me, a large family was the taste of life. I still feel the same. My parents got divorced when I was fifteen. And mychildhood is not full of sweet memories, unfortunately. That made the family factor even more valuable for me.

My husband comes from a large family. When we met each other, because of our individual journeys in life, we were not so prepared to build a family and have children. We had a lot to learn. As you know life is not always built upon plans, so we spontaneously got married and gave start to a family, willing to do a great job, but without knowing how to accompolish.

The most thing I appreciate about my family is that we very much like to learn. As our kids grew up, we had to change ourselves a lot. We tried to listen to our children and behaved willingly for change, and sometimes we were strictly forced to learn. But in the end, looking backwards, I can say that we managed to become a family. That puts a big, colorful smile on my face.

our daughters
A photo from years ago

A father is tremendously important in a daughter’s life

Since my father was a soldier and had a childhood in really hard conditions, he was not able to show his feelings easily. We’ve never exchanged emotions. Today I understand that he really loved us. He was behaving the way he learned. I can not blame him for being this much tough. I’m sure that he was doing his best. After living in a different city for years, I came back to my hometown in order to be closer to him and find ways to deeper conversations.

My husband’s father was also a hard person for his children. It’s been twenty years since he passed away. His life was not easier, either. My husband misses his father so much and he is so sad that he didn’t have chances to get closer to him. We acknowledge our parents to be right as we get older and wiser, having our own experiences and understanding them better.

And so we are now with our own children. We became parents. Although we did not want to make the same “mistakes” with our fathers and mothers, we had times our children claimed us being insensitive to them. Parenthood should be taken seriously in the sense you should always be open to learning and you should be able to keep calm and open hearted.

I want to thank my husband for his fatherhood

I can see that he learned a lot throughout the way. He has love for his daughters deep in his heart and he learned to show his feelings. He talks a lot with his daughters and supports them for their individual journeys. I notice he can not sleep if one of them is in trouble. He does not close the phone notifications or alarms at nights, since one of our daughters started a school in another city years ago. He is deeply afraid if his daughters can’t reach him in times of trouble. First I thought that this was obsession, but now I understand that this is fatherhood.

Just as his father, he does not like to eat out, he wants to bring whatever good or delicious to home and share with his children. Yes, still. I like this old-fashion fatherhood, it’s very valuable for me.

We are in Covid-19 days now and sharing much more time with our children. Our “daddy” cooks our meals, does the shopping, organizes home life while I’m working from home. Taking care of our cats is also his duty. He started charcoal drawing and is doing a good job. He also writes poets. I like to watch him sitting in the balcony and drawing while I’m working on the other side of the window. Since we ‘re spending most of our time at home, working in our cosy corners in peace and joy and then gathering during the meal times or other common occasions gives me the sense that we managed to become a family.

Dear “daddy”, thank you for being this much open hearted. You’re always willing to learn and standing like a mountain. Happy Father’s Day!

Daddy drawing in the balcony
The hat. I love it.
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Audience, The Magic Word

people performing on the stage
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When was the first time you performed in front of an audience? I hear you saying “Never!” and I would reply “Sure, you did!” You must have dreamed it, at least. Let’s get things clear.

I think there’s enough evidence that the main instinct of life is survival. Most of the time either consciously or unconsciously we follow the path that leads us to better survive. For human beings survival is not only a matter of meeting physical needs but it is also about being admitted by society.

We learned that mankind survived by telling stories and making others believe in them. As a society and individually, our being is built upon story telling. We build our own stories as we live and we want to share these with our loved ones. I think you now got the idea. You needn’t be an actor or actress to act in front of an audience. You’re already performing your own play all the time. The way you express yourself is your unique performance.

From imaginary audience to real

I remember myself singing in the living room holding a hair comb as a microphone. The first time I dreamed of an audience, I was in primary school. I transformed from performing individually to publicly when I was eleven. It was the time when I joined the school chorus. Then I joined the school band when I was thirteen. This means that I was aware what audience was even when I was a child.

As the years passed I discovered another form of public performance. That was writing. In fact I was not aware that I could write texts that would influence other people until my friends told me that they loved to read my posts and encouraged me to go on. I was a very shy person during my childhood and youth. I was not good at talking and having conversations with people. Though I used to dream a lot, when it came to talking, I used to avoid expressing myself. Yes, I was a good dreamer, but a bad speaker.

I liked to read but I did not know that I liked to write

I lived in a city far from my childhood friends for years. Those were also the years when internet forums were very popular. Facebook, Instagram or Whatsapp was not on the stage yet, and people best interacted with forums. I attended my high school’s community and began to write a lot. Really lot.

One day one of my friends suggested that I collect some of my posts in a blog. I rejected the idea first. But then seeing other people’s positive reactions, I realized that I had a style people liked. In fact I was telling personal stories. This was because I was trying to heal myself through talking about myself and seeing the reactions people gave. Writing gave me the circumstances I needed. It was safe. It was easier than talking for me. And also it was possible to correct mistakes before I would post. Since I had a background of perfectionism, I was afraid of making mistakes. Unfortunately.

Self consciousness came to me through other people’s reactions, if you can still call this “self” consciousness. I saw my potential of writing when lots of people told me that I was doing good. So I started my previous blog (in Turkish). I still like the posts I wrote there. People liked the way I wrote because I was open hearted. Learning from others and then putting my own colors into what I learned was my style. I remember one of my friends saying I had integrity.

Seeing my reflection in lots of different people’s mirrors through writing, added me tremendously. I spent nearly six years actively writing in forums. When that journey ended I had already turned into a different person. A journey never ends, but that part triggerred the most dramatic changes. Positively, of course.

As I aged I got a better sense of myself

I started to get into peace with my past. I forgave. Since I let the loads go, I felt more freedom. My forties are very valuable since things got clear and I felt more confidince. I’m now forty-eight and I feel my fifties will be much better. I’m now sure that I like to write, I like to be in touch with music in various ways and I like to express myself seperately in two languages. Here, in this blog, I’m doing all these. I’m telling my personal stories both in English and Turkish through writing, with the companionship of my cello Josephine. We’re building musical stories together and sharing these with people.

As I aged I realized that life was a game that should be played cleverly. We are all acting on our personal stages from birth to death. Everybody needs his/her own combinations of feelings and behaviours to express self journeys of survival. As a personal performer I believe that my play would be worth watching if I put balanced doses of emotions and actions into it.

Yes, this blog is my stage. And every person interested in my stories, interested in the music I add to life is my audience. You need audience to get admitted. But more than that having an audience means you’re adding value to life. It means that you’re somehow solving problems for people. Perhaps you’re being a role model, sharing your experience. Perhaps you’re adding color. Or perhaps you’re just talking warmly, being a companion for a coffe break. Whatever or however, you’re making people feel good vibes.

Life is better with audience

This is not just a matter of getting claps. It is a two sided interaction that makes life worth living. We all need to feel valuable. We all need to believe we’re living fabulous lifes. And we all want to express ourselves freely. Turning these needs into a way we serve people rather than keeping them personal will make the whole story worth watching. And the more we serve others the more we’ll get from others. This is a very smart way of survival.

audience of the performer
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So explore your audience. Find out ways to add value for them. This is the exact key to a satisfactory life. You’re living your best and giving your best so you’ll exactly get reactions. This really is a top level performance. It’s unique cause it involves you and your experiences. It’s valuable cause you’re doing your best to grow yourself and this best is naturally serving other people’s lifes.

Humanity will appreciate this. Thank you for the show. Thank you for getting the responsibility of your performance. You’re deserving claps.

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Step By Step Progress

Step by step on the stairway
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How would you consider achievement? All at once or step by step?

We usually like to cover things at once. Sometimes that works. But mostly you must follow a path that will take you where you want to be.

The most important part of the progress is beginning the job. And beginning means in fact having a roadmap to proceed. This plan may of course change as you go. It should. This is life and life is dynamic. As I told in one of my previous posts, through the path, keeping your mind busy with the subject will lead you during your journey. Here is what I said:

Keep tasks as small as possible. Do them periodically. Have a rhythm. This will let your brain work on the process continuously, even when you are in sleep. So the more you work on your little tasks, the more they will gather to turn into a bundle of useful achievements… As the time passes… And enough of the work is done.

This is step by step progress

It is like climbing the stairs up one by one. You can also take two or three steps at once and that is OK. But you can’t climb to the top all at once.

After waiting for years to play an instrument again and at last finding a way to my dream, I planned my first visit to the DoRe Music Academy. This was an essential step. I was going to meet the music teacher who organized cello lessons there.

I was so excited. And as soon as I saw her I understood that a new episode began in my life. With her smiling face she made me feel so comfortable that I soon found myself telling her about my journey. She must have heard lots of stories from her students, I guess. But for me, after years, she was the first music professional I got into touch. So I was trying to tell everything at once 🙂

This happens to me often:

When I know by heart that something is right for me, I proceed quickly in giving decisions. This is because I’ve spent enough time on thinking and dreaming the matter and my heart is ready to accept the coming signs. You may think I’m hurrying. It seems so, I accept, but throughout my life I have always made progress when I have given my decisions immediately. So dream big, think lot and decide quickly is my motto. That works for me and after years of experience I know how to adjust the details about my decisions. I can fine-tune them when necessary. This’s acceptable as long as the general pattern matches.

So that day when I met my teacher and had a conversation with her, I decided to start. We together made a lesson plan with one hour a week schedule.

She recommended that a fabricated Rösler cello would be okay for a student to begin and I ordered the instrument. That was really like a dream. In three days time, I was going to have a violoncello, an instrument that I only saw live in orchestras during the concerts. Can you see how many steps I took? Just a week ago from that day, none of these were of deal.

And this is step by step hesitation:

“Am I going too fast?”, I asked myself. I know those moments of hesitation. Though I’ve really worked on the subject before the decision, at least by thoroughly thinking, I was trying to take back steps. No. Giving up have never made me feel better. Rather, I have always made progress by going forward in times of hesitation.

After seconds of inner talk I found myself encouraged and stepped forward. I didn’t know how many steps that corresponded to, I couldn’t measure. I just moved some steps. Today looking back I just say: Thank God, that I walked.

Three days after the conversation with my teacher, I received my instrument from the music shop. It was a Rösler 3/4 cello. Since I’m a petite person, it would be a right decision to start with a 3/4 sized instrument. As you guess, it is a bit shorter and smaller than a regular cello. Violoncellos have different sizes suitable for different ages and body sizes of people.

Here is Özge Nemutlu

What a coincidence that my teacher was also a petite woman. She graduated from Gazi University Department of Music and she was the first and only student who played 3/4 cello in that school. She had to struggle hard to convince her lecturers to accept the idea of letting her play that size of instrument. It was not an easy deal. But she made it… As a great woman.

Although she went through hard times, she paved the way for those who came after her. It was my good luck to meet a teacher who knew how to adjust a body shape that did not anatomically fit a cello. I was going to be educated by an experienced person who would always encourage me in cases of anatomical difficulties… Since she very well knew the disadvantages, and the techniques to overcome them.

I would give up. I would prefer not to take the challenge. Cello is a difficult instrument to learn and play. Besides, I was not physically so convenient for it. But I quickly got the hint: It was possible. It just required hard work. That hard work was not practising for hours a day. I couldn’t, because I had a job with lots of duties to earn my living. The hard work was accepting the journey as a whole, with its difficulties and joy. I didn’t know in detail which next steps to take. That was not important. I was going to live and see. Live and learn.

This is what makes a journey exciting: You’ll always meet surprises. Don’t be afraid if you can’t foresee the steps or plan them carefully. That’s almost impossible. Just be sure that, you’ll always know which next step to take once you are on the road.

So I let the journey begin

It’s all about the right size of instrument, a talented teacher equipped with necessary skills and a willing student ready to take the steps one by one, patiently, without giving up. I think that day these three came together. I’m so happy to be Özge Nemutlu‘s student.

With my cello teacher
With my teacher. The photo is from the ABRSM Cello Grade-1 Exam Day

My teacher not only had the right skills to teach but also impressed me with her personal characteristics. She had a charming look with a smiling face and a musical voice. I dreamed myself being her student. I was sure we were going to have good time together.

For me, stories are more important than achievements. An achievement is nothing if there is not an impressing story behind it. I did not aim to be a virtuoso, what I wanted was having good time with music and building musical stories for my life. I wanted to take the steps one by one, turning the experience to a joyful journey and adding inspiring stories for both myself and my auidence.

Hey! This is the first time I used the word audience. I’m really surprised. I didn’t think to mention it, it just spilled. So why not talking about it in the coming post? See, blogging is also a journey and once you begin, that flow leads you to the next step. Let’s follow the sign.

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Dreams Come To Reality If You Call Them

playing cello im y dreams
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Did it ever happen to you? I’m sure it did. Dreams come to reality if you insist on calling them.

I exactly remember that date. The movie by Amir Khan, Secret Superstar was released. It was October, 2017.

I like to see movies especially in autumn and winter. That time of the year is perfect for indoor activities. Mostly, charming movies are released and I usually gift myself with them after work.

That evening was even more special

Because the movie was a musical drama. It combined the top two things I loved: Music and drama.

The cinema was in a shopping mall. As usual I had my coffee in one of the coffee shops and walked to the cinema. The movie was full of music. It told about a little girl who wanted to play her guitar and sing songs freely. Unfortunately, she had many obstacles. She had to struggle with his father. But at last, her dreams came to reality. Her passion overcame all the problems.

I was so impressed and excited. I like the way Amir Khan tells stories. They come from heart. Both the story and the music in the movie filled my heart with passion. In the end, I asked myself: So when do you think you can give a start?

The cinema was on the third floor of the mall. I walked down the stairs to the second floor and stayed shocked there when I noticed a music shop that I did not see before. It must be new, I thought. I stared at all the instruments with a sigh. And I noticed that beautiful violoncello in the middle of the shop.

The first time I came very close to a violoncello

I followed my foot steps into the shop. Those were in fact my heart steps. Soon after, I was by the cello asking questions about it. I said I wanted to learn how to play it. The shopman was kind and helpful. He allowed me to take a photo of the instrument and told me to visit the shop three days later. A cello teacher was going to visit the shop to organize music lessons and I would ask my questions to her.

Until my next visit, I thought about my cello journey which in fact began one and a half years before that movie day. It just began by coincidence: I remember talking to my friends about the days I played baritone and trombone in the school band. Then years passed, I did not have a career in music, I became an engineer, got married, had children and waited for years to get ready to play an instrument again. In my forties, I found myself trying to decide which instrument to play. I always liked bass sounds. Bands were special for me but I also liked orchestras. And violoncellos were the most impressive instruments for me. Their sound and look was charming. So I was sure that it would be a cello when one of my friends adviced me to talk to his son’s cello teacher.

I did. But I couldn’t proceed. Because cello was an expensive instrument. So were the cello lessons. I had to wait for a while till I organized my budget and felt ready to start. That while lasted for one and a half years.

Go on working on your dreams even if you’re in waiting state

But I did not just wait during that period of time. I bought a novel telling about a cellist. I remember seeing it in the bookstore and buying it immediately. Then I bought a black dress to wear in my first concert 🙂 But more than these, it was my husband who always kept the topic hot: Whenever I said “hello”, he literally replied with the word “cello”. He said that if I didn’t give a start, it would constantly remain as a dream. Dreams come to reality if you insist on them. So I had to adjust my budget and start.

the novel
the novel

Coming back to that movie evening, yes, I had a cello journey of one and a half years with a noveI, a black dress, lots of passion, but without an instrument. I thought that wouldn’t be a coincidence: I saw the movie, I realized my dreams, walked dowstairs and the music shop welcomed me with shining instruments. I understood that the right time came at last. That was a sign to start. You shouldn’t be late when signs appear. You feel in your heart that it’s the right time. And you feel that you’ll find a way if you just start.

I will tell about the cello lessons and my beautiful teacher in the coming posts. She is my hero. Watch for why.

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How Just Beginning Leads You

The power of beginning
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We all have stories about how things began. Beginning is half of the way to completion.

If you want to achieve a specific thing, just begin it. Beginning is the most important part of the progress to achievement.

I will tell you about my stories. But I’m pretty sure that my stories are very similiar to yours. Having read lots of articles on personal growth, I’m now able to understand that we all have common failure and success points.

Waiting for the ideal time to come or ideal circumstances to occur, you just lose time and motivation. Perfectionism does nothing better. Rather, it delays the “good” to happen.

As a child of a soldier, I was grown up with the ideal of perfectionism. I spent years to make things get perfect before I put them on the stage. To tell the truth, this was hard work. And that was why I always avoided beginning and producing new things. I was not feeling comfortable. I needed to work harder and harder. So at last, I gave up.

My forties

In my forties, I came to a threshold. I knew that I was hardworking. It was also obvious that I was talented. I was good at school, good at work, good at relationships. That was not all: I was also lucky. With an optimistic insight for life, I mostly attracted the good to me. But. Yes, but… I deeply had a fear to start new things. What I achieved until now was what I had to do. I had no other choice than achieving to survive in life. And that episode came to an end.

I was now at better conditions. I had more freedom than ever. The time seemed to be OK to start new things. But, I did not know how.

Years passed dreaming. I dreamed that I played an instrument. How about being a blogger? I dreamed that I had a cafe that I ran on benefit of the people in need.

But I was not still starting.

Observing the world around me and getting into more relationships with people, I realized that there was an other way than perfectionism. Creating a new product, starting a new hobby or work didn’t have to be that much difficult.

If you have the will to work on something, just begin it and make progress. It doesn’t have to be completed. Completion itself is a relative concept. And the journey is more important than the destination.

Beginning means breaking into smaller pieces, prioritizing and doing the first task

Working as a project manager, I began to learn breaking huge epics into smaller stories and stories into smaller tasks. Second hint was setting priorities. Beginning the first task started the project. It’s OK not to cover all the details at the beginning. You can’t. Because you learn as you go. You have to adapt to changes. You have to fix bugs. Most of the time you have to add features that you were not aware at the beginning. As you go, tasks complete into stories and stories complete into epics. That is how living projects are created. I saw lots of them. This was the way. Step by step, one by one.

Coping with real life is very similiar to project management. In fact, project management simulates real life issues. Best practises involve real life cases.

The right time is the first time you started dreaming. The right circumstances is the environment you are totally in. The perfect way of doing is breaking the huge scenario into a group of epics which are large meaningful stories. Please do it. Practise working on your whole scenario by breaking epics into stories and stories into tasks. Finally, select the most important step and just do it . Congrats. There you are. You began.

Keep tasks as small as possible. Do them periodically. Have a rhythm. This will let your brain work on the process continuously, even when you are in sleep. So the more you work on your little tasks, the more they will gather to turn into a bundle of useful achievements… As the time passes… And enough of the work is done.

Of course, this is hard work. But it is no more stressing. You’re just exploring the joy in life.

The power of beginning

The hardest step is beginning. Because we are busy and can’t find time. Or we can’t proceed because of the circumstances. May be we don’t have enough money though the work requires it. Or sometimes we wait until we gain the right skills.

This is all perfectionism.

You can learn anything if you spend enough time and effort on it. Not so surprisingly, most of the skills are gained as you practise. To talk for money, if you don’t have enough budget now, say for your hobby, why not starting reading about it? Why not reaching out people who practise the hobby and be part of the community? This keeps your mind busy on your dream. Believe me, you’ll find ways to your dream not so later on. Perhaps this is the power of your brain. It’s showing you the foot steps. Or perhaps this is selective perception. We’ll talk about it more.

So, let’s just begin.

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My Joy Mentor, I Will Miss You

My joy mentor grandpa giving me a hug
my grandpa and me

I learned to live a life full of joy from my grandpa.

I wish I say goodbye to my life on this planet just as the way he did.

It has been a few months since he passed away.

On January the 14th, we were on the way to our little village where my grandpa was born and lived for years.

He wanted to be buried there and we respected his will.

Actually it was a heavy day. For about four hours till we reached the village, we were busy with our memories with him.

The music of these sad moments was the Gnossienne No.1 by Eric Satie.

What makes him the center of a life-with-a-cello blog is what makes him so important for me: I’m now sure that he was the joy mentor in my life. Joy is a warm, orange word for me.

Joy is the meaning of life

To tell it the other way, you feel that you live if you can put joy in everything you deal with.

Joy is the taste of life, it’s the wisdom of life, it’s the carrying column of life. Without joy, you feel lost in this huge universe.

Joy is something different from happiness. You can simulate happiness through lots of techniques. On the other hand, joy is something that comes from your inner self.

Joy is what you can find in all beings. It’s at the heart of life, it’s the renewal of nature now and then, it’s what makes life interesting and what makes you motivated to explore it.

For example, it’s the numbers for Katherine Globe Johnson (as described in the movie Hidden Figures) or equations for Srinivasa Ramanujan (as described in the movie The Man Who Knew Infinity) or time for Stephan Hawking (as described in the movie The Theory of Everything).

Joy is the motivation that makes scientists discover life and artists express life. It’s the power that makes us live fabulous lifes.

In my previous post, I’ve already talked about it:

I wanna be a note in the universal music. I wanna be a part of that harmony and joy together with all beings. Seeking joy in all aspects of life with a full integrity mood is what makes me excited.

My grandpa taught me to seek joy in life

He always had a smiling face, especially when he got older and wiser. His voice was musical. When you listened to him reading the holy texts closing your eyes, you would feel as if he was bringing you the music from the unreachable skies.

He had a loving heart, compassionate for every living creature. His faith in God motivated him to teach what he knew and what he learned. He was kind hearted.

We would love to hear his stories about the past, how he survived under hard conditions, and how he behaved kindly his loved ones even in such bad circumstances. After living years apart from him, I’d been living in the same city for the past six years. I tried to visit him whenever I had time from daily duties and work.

He used to sit in his corner, and when he noticed that I was in, he used to try to stand up and make a giant hug. I’ll always remember him sitting there, praying for the good of humanity and advising us being a better version of ourselves every new day.

Not only human-beings, but also animals and plants were subject to his love and prayers.

You could feel how he felt joy when talking about God’s advices. And it was obvious he loved to be with his Loved One during the late nights.

He taught me to seek joy in whatever I do in life.

My joy mentor grandpa saying good bye
my grandpa saying hello and good-bye

It was a sunny afternoon…

Though it was winter, the weather was warm. The funeral was crowded and the people were full of respect. The dogs followed us till the cemetery playing and running. The birds were singing, the flowers were shining and smelling. You could feel the cheerful peace in the air. We left him there under the ground. Somehow none of us felt as if that was a very sad moment. Instead, it was a concentrated moment full of joy.

Afternoons are the best time of the day for me. A sunny and warm winter day is perfect. A long summer afternoon also makes the same effect: It’s as if you lived a life full of joy, eh you’re a bit tired and ready to go, and what you leave behind is a perfect story. Or a perfect tango.

My brother dedicated this tango to our granpa and his life. We can watch him still living with us in his own music.

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The Hello Post

Hello from Betul
Betul

Hello with the very first post from Josephine and me.

It’s 05:00 o’clock in the morning, yes, I wanted to emphasize this “morning” thing, after having read lots of posts about being a 05:00 AM person.

OK, it’s early morning, I’m awake, I started writing this post to say my first hello to you and I’m so excited about it.

What makes me excited is a story to be told, but let me first tell about the lovely Josephine.

Josephine is an adorable woman with a strong personality. Not only her sound but also her noble stance in life makes you respect her at the first glance. You can’t take your eyes off her and you fall more in love as she talks.

She’s my best friend.

How she first said hello to me

We met each other only a year ago, but from that time on, I ‘m almost sure that she has been waiting for me for years, after having two relationships with others. Her former fellows helped her gain her original sound and I appreciate this experience.

I first met her in a music house. A talented instrument maker was manufacturing handmade violins and violoncellos and curing instruments there. And I had a fabricated cello that needed some treatment.

Josephine was lying there, on top of a cupboard. She was waiting for years for a cello player to come and let her sound free again.

Josephine, the beautiful cello is accompanying my life now. More than accompanying, she’s leading me to a journey which I very well know will be so extraordinary and exciting… since I’m forty seven, and do not have a professional musical background.

I’m a computer engineer who admires being an artist. But to tell the truth, I best explain myself with these words:

I wanna be a note in the universal music. I wanna be a part of that harmony and joy together with all beings. Seeking joy in all aspects of life with a full integrity mood is what makes me excited.

And how she looks…

I know that you’re willing to see her photo.

Well, I’ve been away from home for two days, helping take care of my grandpa who is ninety three. I just gave him some drops of water, he’s now cool and relaxing. Is this a coincidence that he’s the person who indirectly helped me buy my first instrument when I was fifteen? Perhaps it’s. He has nothing to do with music. He’s a cleric. But what I heard from him during all my childhood was a perfect music that helped people cure themselves. I was not planning to talk about my grandpa in my somewhat “cello” blog, I never thought these two would come together, but I’m thrilled now to realize how close they are.

I’ve been waiting for months to write the first post perfectly, but then, today, I just wanted to start. Because I know that “done” is better than “perfect”.

I’ll tell you more about Josephine. She must be sleeping home now.