Fiddle and Whisk

Last week I went to Longy to observe a teacher I thought I might be interested in studying with at some point in the future - for a Master's degree, perhaps. After observing a lesson, I wasn't quite sure she would be a good match for me, but anyway, that's not the point.

Last night I dreamed about this teacher. She was at the home I grew up in. My brother Jonathan was there. We were standing around the family room table. She was playing the violin... with a wire whisk instead of a bow.

It sounded good, which is weird.

Naturally, I've spent a great deal of time analyzing the dream, and the meaning of it has become clear:

I don't need to set up a dichotomy and make a big choice between a domestic life as homemaker and wife and a career life as violinist.

I can just play my violin with a whisk.