Ttoday I went to my church building to practice the organ. Other than not knowing what the heck I was doing, it went well. Right next to the organ was a baby grand piano and I could not keep my mind from wandering to the idea of stroking those ivories. After I had got in all the learning that I felt I could manage for the day, I took a seat at the much less foreign instrument. I can’t describe to you how it feels for me to sit down in front of the piano. There are so many possibilities, I get all giddy thinking about what beautiful music I could produce with the help of some good sheet music or with more talent in creating my own pieces. Unfortunately I forgot all of my music and only had my rusty memory. After playing half of a few songs I was finally able to download my absolute favorite piece onto my iPad: Clair De Lune by Debussy.

I sometimes forget how grateful I am for music, especially the piano and my ability to play. It’s such a great de-stresser since the world around me goes quiet for the few minutes that it takes to play a great piece. I have a long record of starting and quickly quitting music lessons. I’ve taken violin lessons two different times in my life, the second time my dad got so fed up with me sleeping through my lesson time that he packed up my violin and took it back to the store…I probably deserved that. I tried trombone lessons, but quit after I realized that my first chair spot in band was because of “pure natural talent.” The same thing happened with french horn lessons. And I can’t even tell you how many piano teachers I’ve had, but I can tell you that I quit all of them. I wish I was a better student because there’s still a lot more for me to learn, but it seems that the best way for me is to find my motivation and teach myself. No one forcing me to go to lessons, no forced practicing, monotonous scales, or recitals to sit through.

I played some Chopin and more Debussy pieces in that empty chapel. Halfway through playing I remembered that Baby Girl can hear now. I really hope that she will have a love for music like her parents do. Jess and I have dreams of her playing the cello, but I would be thrilled if she developed a talent and love for any instrument…okay, maybe not the drums. For now though, I will keep playing for her as she dances along in my belly.

Yours Sincerely,

Me.

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