This morning a piece of music charged me with so much emotion that I immediately thought of one of my favorite sections from Ayn Rand's The Fountainhead-- where a boy comes upon Howard Roark's architectural masterpiece.
"Thank you," said the boy. He knew that the steady eyes looking at him understood everything these two words had to cover. Howard Roark inclined his head, in acknowledgment.
Wheeling his bicycle by his side, the boy took the narrow path down the slope of the hill to the valley and the houses below. Roark looked after him. He had never seen the boy before and he would never see him again. He did not know that he had given someone the courage to face a lifetime."
Dealing with the arts (or teaching them) can be stressful. I know that after a day of teaching I'm wiped out. Its good to step back and realize how great it is to be involved with the things that make life worth living.