Placing the bow against the strings, I begin to play, keeping my eyes shut during the first few strikes of the cords. When I hear the haunting notes bounce off the windows and walls, vaulting straight back into my ears, I open my eyes and gaze directly into the mirror. It’s a powerful experience to gaze at one’s divinity. I study my reflection: Jaw clenched under a short trimmed beard, brown hair slicked back aside from a few strands falling onto my forehead due to the erratic movements of my arm.
