I have been listening to much music recently, including some of the music that made an impact on my life many years ago. I need to write more about those distant days, and the stories of my youth that become so vivid when I hear their music. I remain a musician myself, even though arthritis has made it hard for me to play my cello or my guitars.
Also, as I have mentioned before, I have a kind of personal “Apostolate of Prayer” for musicians and artists in general, as well as certain particular (and in some cases peculiar) artists who have come along more recently. I know (to some extent by personal experience) that they have many sufferings that are difficult to articulate in general terms. Being creative is in itself a distinctive strain on poor human beings who are moved to express a beauty (however humble) that is greater than themselves.
God bless all our musicians, and all the quirky creative people who share their gifts and the fruits of their vision and labor with us.
