capillarity or the power of absorption

I have just spent Saturday and Sunday doing another jazz workshop on the north Brittany coast...with 18 ladies of various ages and one brave man...
We have explored dangerous harmonies, frightening English and the concept of singing something in a different way to the way that it is written on a score sheet. They stepped bravely up to the line and even sang some stuff on their own from time to time. I love doing it, but it is exhausting...like being on stage for six hours a day.
I came home and Darling Daughter was playing the piano and singing. In times past, I have bitten my tongue and sat on it and run off into other rooms to prevent myself from interfering too much in her musical development. I have played and sung myself, knowing that she was listening, and dropped little hints, but tried to stay hands off and allow her to blossom.
I washed up this evening, listening to her voice soar and dip and improvise effortlessly. She is nearly there. And she has done it herself...