If it’s Monday morning I’m usually back home over the Hudson set up and waiting for my weekly guitar lesson.
I usually arrive with lots of time to reconnect with my home base that I’ve left empty for over a year, making the decision after Tuvia’s last hospital stay, to move into his place 24/7. But Monday mornings I’m back in my space, over the river. I tour my bedroom, study, kitchen, bathrooms. I water the plants, sort the mail, set up for my lesson- guitar gingerly removed from my cool gig bag, frayed sheet music is out on the stand, sometimes I warm up in advance, but not often.
I am always happy to be home, always surprised that it takes no time to feel completely comfortable in my space no matter how long I’ve been away.
And I get ready for the coming workout with Jonathan. By the end of my hour+ I will be exhausted without the energy to pack up and head to the gym even if I am wearing my gym clothes.
Still working with the same wonderful teacher, he knows how to make the most of an hour with me and my pieces that I’ve been working with for almost as long as I’ve been playing guitar. Yes, I’m getting better all the time even if I don’t practice as much as I should. The first half of the week is usually much better than the second half.
But I keep at it. I keep showing up and it sounds better and better. Finally, my fingers are working with me to create the music in my head and my heart. I can play finally play Schindler’s List with the emotion to do it justice.
I’m so happy to be playing music.
Thanks Tara, for the inspiration. Read her music post here.