My Monday routine returned yesterday: Jon was back for my guitar lesson and I was back with Sandie to help me make sense of where I am in my process- adjusting to life without you here, by my side.
This morning, as my fingers itch to get back to my guitar, just steps away, I’m happy to report that I’m getting my music back without you pushing me to play, without feeling you listening at the door.
I’m still learning “El Mestre” by Miguel Llobet, at a snail’s pace. Sure, I listen to Segovia play it often, but my progress is very slow. Jon, with sensitivity and patience has been leading me through the first page that I could have under my belt by next week.
Honestly, for most of the last 5 1/2 months I’ve been looking over at my guitar, as it cries out for me to lift it out of its stand and play it. Yes, I feel guilty but I don’t pick it up enough.
But then there was magic! Two chords in the piece just melted my heart two weeks ago and I couldn’t stop playing them. Jon was away and surprised yesterday, as I played through the first section of the the piece almost smoothly, but when I got to my love chords I slowed down and moved into each one gently, with vibrato, soaking out the sound. Ahhhh….love!
Jon saw a perfect opportunity to keep me moving. That’s where we began yesterday, moving slowly, building from my love chords- to the next note, the next chord on and on… to the end of the section, returning time and again to love chord #1 and 2….
Ahhh playing music.
And thanks to my buddy Kevin, for his inspirational music Slice this morning!
Love music to you, Tuv,