Music expresses that which cannot be said and on which it is impossible to be silent.
– Victor Hugo
After trying to provide musical encouragement to a few of you out there with my post how I restarted playing the piano, now let’s step back a little more in time to the story of how I began in the first place. Spoiler: we can thank my mum.
When I was small I was sent to ballet classes. In the midst of my pirouettes and all the other little girly dancing jumps that went along with it, my mum detected the fact that my real obsession was actually the music that the lady at the piano would play for us. So my mum asked me if I wanted to learn to play the piano. It is evident that I said yes!
We got a cheap old hundredth hand piano, just in case I would lose my interest after a few months (or days) – I remember some of the keys from that one didn’t even work. Not only did I not lose my interest, they very soon had to sell it and get a better one.
It was very awesome of my mum to detect that and have me begin in the first place. I cannot thank you enough mum!
I remember a few years ago I was having a coffee at a terrace outside of a café. Nearby, in the street, a young man was playing classical music on his cello. His music was beautiful. I saw how a father and his two small sons were walking by. The smallest, who must have been about 4 years old, made them stop and was watching the cellist in complete awe. You could see he wanted to stay there and listen until the cellist went home. You could see he wanted to touch the cello too. To me it looked like he had found something that could potentially one day be his passion. The eldest son had no interest in it whatsoever and was trying to pull them away to continue walking ahead. The eldest son won, and so they walked away. I always wondered if maybe that was one of those fleeting moments when perhaps the father could have detected the opportunity to ask if he would like to study music, if he would like to play the cello.
This blueberry and greek yogurt smoothie turned out extremely thick and creamy. Ok, I added a couple of spoonfuls of cream that I found left over from something I must have made recently. When I threw the blueberries on top, I was afraid they would just sink to the the bottom of the glass straight away… which wouldn’t be great for the photo shoot. But it turned out that the smoothie was so frothy that they floated like buoys.
100g blueberries, 150g greek yogurt, 2 tablespoons cream, 1 teaspoon sugar
Wash the blueberries. Save a few blueberries to decorate later and add the rest along with the rest of the ingredients into a blender. Blend well for about a minute or two. The cream should make it turn into a thick smoothie. Serve in a glass and add the rest of the blueberries on top.
Thank you for reading!