I am sitting in the studio, trying not to cry. The cello is ripping into me, cracking open all those shells holding the fragile heart in its proper place. It is everything I could have hoped for and so much more than I could have imagined. And it is shredding me, in beauty falling everywhere. Doug says to the cellist "there is catharsis in what you are doing". These are notes that don't allow for anything but complete vulnerability, I literally couldn't do anything at some times but be mesmerized, be swept into the depths of emotion. We still have many hours to go, and I will have to come out of this space to be able to sing what I need to sing today, but for now I sit and have a moment of reflection in this space that the cello creates, in the thoughts that settle like a fluttering in my winged tears.
