A violin thanksgiving
April 26, 2012 at 12:25 AM
Long day. Sweaty, 4:30pm. 75 mile to drive home. Traffic merciful. Dinner prep work. Dog fed,walked. Showered off the day. Look up. I have 30 minutes to practice. Opened case, smiled, grateful. Just done. New mood, better.
I know this is the shortest blog ever, but the violin is a godsend even for a late in life beginner. What a wonderful wooden box. I knew my vfriends would understand. Thanks for listening.
All the best to you all from Texas.
Totally understand, I never want to practice when I'm busy and tired, until I force myself too, then I never want to stop.Happy v.night.
Wonderful blog. And I envy your enthusiasm to play at the end of a long day! May some of that spirit waft my way...
I admire your way with words. Says it all in record time!! Good job!!! And I totally know where you're coming from. :D
Well said! Yes. Violins laugh when we laugh, cry when we cry and can make the darkest days light again. Sometimes a lover, sometimes the very devil himself in a box of wood... bless the person who first thought of sawing on the insides of a cat with the tail of a horse!
I totally agree! It's amazing how calm and centered I can feel after a lesson or just practice.
Being able to coax a few good notes from the old axe is a great way to level the alpha waves. Throw in a nice cold beverage and what more could you ask? Making music is a beautiful way to end the day.
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