Be set free to sing or hum along

Music | For too many years I have not really talked a lot about my musical habit. If I did talk about it, I would refer to music as “a hobby I work to pay for” or something similar.

It struck me fairly recently that those of us who play music, write music, breathe and bleed music; have been given a wonderful gift. What an amazing thing to be able to play a tune on an instrument or two. What great joy we should have if we can lay hold of enough notes to sing or hum a tune.

My mom is a piano teacher. She taught me to play the piano when I did not really want to learn. I am grateful that she persevered to teach me. Thank you, Mom.

In years past I was good to share music with friends. If you are here reading this, you are a friend to me. I know this for I have been far too good at keeping any musical goings-on in my life mostly under wraps.

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Childish Things. I  find myself today thinking of childish things. I used to know everything. I cannot put a finger on when it was that I knew so much. My mind or the muse that sometimes whispers to me says it was when I was twenty-two. Maybe. It must have been around that time that I topped Pompous Mountain.

I know far less now. I know well that by the time I was twenty-four, everything that I believed I had known with such certainty had become suspect.    

I remember coming apart. Everything looked fine on the outside, or close to it. But I was coming apart.  At least a few people who knew me and loved me could see it and held onto me in whatever ways they could. I am grateful for them.   

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Imperfections. I awoke today thinking about imperfections. I do a number of things quite well, but I cannot think of anything I do in which I would dream to claim that I achieve perfection. Yet, were I honest, I would say that there are at least a couple of particularly important things that I very much wish to do but put off, waiting for this ever-elusive and mystical thing, perfection. If you are thinking what I am thinking, you are wanting to tell me that I am going to run out of time. You are right. True words.

One of my favorite movies is Waterwalker by Bill Mason. You can watch it on YouTube or on nfb.ca. It is a wonderful film. Bruce Cockburn did the soundtrack (Apple / Spotify).

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