I have a beautiful wooden flute.Laozi: "Dao De Jing": 11th chapter
Thirty spokes meet at a nave;
Because of the hole we may use the wheel.
Clay is molded into a vessel;
Because of the hollow we may use the cup.
Walls are built around a hearth;
Because of the doors we may use the house.
Thus tools come from what exists,
But use from what does not.
老子: 「道德经」: 第十一章
三十辐,共一毂,当其无,有车之用。
埏埴以为器,当其无,有器之用。
凿户牖以为室,当其无,有室之用。
故有之以为利,无之以为用。
I have a book for learning wooden flute.
It's so enticing.
I have listened to many recordings of traditional Irish music.
I have read many articles on playing wooden flute.
It's so challenging.
Last night I had my first lesson with a musician who plays Irish flute.
Last night I watched a flute player play my flute.
It was so amazing.
I saw how to hold the flute, balanced and relaxed not controlled.
I saw how to breath into it, it sings by encouragement more than force.
There is so much to practice and learn.
My assignment in the next two weeks.
Play one note, any note, with full and rich tone - fill the room,
with no more breath than quiet conversation with a lover.
Today I practiced breathing, balancing, relaxing, and encouraging one note from my flute.
At times, very briefly, a hollow wooden tube came alive and sang in my hands.
With my breath, from an empty space, a voice grew, filled the room, and vibrated at my fingertips,
Today I practiced playing my flute.
Today I had just a tiny bit of success.
It's so encouraging.
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That's my baby steps with my flute this week.
In two weeks I will play more notes, in six months maybe I can play a tune.
In a year perhaps I will play a tune for someone else to hear, with confidence.
Oh! such a long way to go. It's a good thing I don't own a television.