Sunday Morning

During communion a man played a long and beautiful piece on the piano. I asked him later what it was: Beethoven. He played correctly, and with feeling, but he is not ‘a good pianist’ and that’s why I enjoyed it so much, because it was hard come by and humbly offered.

Helen Garner, One Day I’ll Remember This: Diaries 1987–1995


Notes:

  • Photo: Hans Lindgren
  • Book Review of Helen Garner’s “One Day I”ll Remember This” by Charlotte in Book Bird. “…There are some books you slip through like water. They have a weightlessness to them, an otherworldly lack of friction…This was my experience of reading Helen Garner’s diaries. I was surprised by how immersive it was, that experience, how easy to lose my sense of time…Garner is a very sensual, instinctive writer. She feels her way through moments, days, and years, and documents those feelings as they roll and toss…”

9 thoughts on “Sunday Morning”

  1. Certainly the moments that are offered with humility and unspoken effort (though the effort is identifiable) are precious. And I guess it’s that unspoken awareness – that one is being given a moment to be cherished without expectation, is exponentially valued and held gently.

  2. So, I missed reading the book review from yesterday’s post. Reading it now, and now I really want to read the book.

  3. love ‘both’ of these offerings, but I was truly enchanted by ‘book bird’s’ review.
    As for the organ, I can relate too – in our church we have everything, from professional pianist to ‘barely managing’ – not always to my joy but I agree with Garner’s observation. As long as it’s offered with humbleness and in the knowledge of giving one’s best shot but unable to do more, I like it better than a perfect but soulless piece of music.

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