Well, I’m still here and still alive, even though I have been quiet on the blogosphere for nearly a month.  There’s a delicious irony in writing about how I told somebody else to stick at it, to keep going through the inevitable troughs, and then being hit myself with several troughs all at the same time.

Even so, and just to say it again, I’m still here and still alive, and with a slightly better sense of what it is that is truly important to me, what lives on the periphery, and what I could happily jettison.  It has been an educational few weeks.

In terms of work and music, though, things continue to go very well.  Despite the trough of having funding pulled for a certain piece – well, the Missa Loquebantur Variis Linguis – other people stepped up to the plate with something approaching rampant enthusiasm, meaning that I went from feeling entirely surplus to requirements to feeling valued and at the very centre of things in just a few days.

I still maintain that the way the whole matter was dealt with has been some way short of great, and am glad to be at the kind of age where I do not mind who knows it, but on we travel, despite the knocks and the bangs and – here they come again – the troughs.  The corollary is that it has been good to know how much support is out there, texts, emails, chats and other gestures, all food for the soul.

I should probably mention what I am up to as well, so here we go – recording half an album with the amazing Joe Leader, writing a new set of songs for mezzo soprano and piano, putting together the text for a book for younger readers about the history of music, getting set for Anghiari, rehearsing, playing, writing, and on and on.  It can be difficult to cram it all in, but I think I have come to realise that, for all my desire to please, it really does need to be me first.

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