I recieved an email from my first music teacher today and it brought tears to my eyes. There isn't really an occasion when her name in my inbox doesn't warm my heart and send me spiraling down the storyline of how I got here. It could be argued that 'that path' or 'my path' was a road I was born to travel, or cosmicly I would have ended up here regardless but I don't think so.... No, I'm here because of her. I'm here because she loved me, because she saw something in me, becuase she nurtured![]()
