Open the Box

It's way past time for a new blog post. I have been remiss. It takes practice to post blogs. Sometimes - I get so caught up in what I should write about that I just don't write. And that's just silly.

I practiced the violin for 11 years then quit when I was fourteen because I was too busy pretending to smoke on my back porch and crying over beautiful boys. I still have my violin though and I pull it out every now and then for a tune. However, the last few months I've had this crippling fear of opening the case and finding my instrument smithered to dust. It's amazing what fear does to you. Well - fear and years and years of perfectionism drilled into my head by a 'no bullshit' violin teacher and my mother.

Last night, I creaked the cover open to find...a perfectly intact friend glossed burnished amber with fat curves and a long slender neck. I put her under my chin and she was almost perfectly in tune. It was not easy. I haven't played for a long time. But it was really nice to feel those strings hum again and know I'm the one making them sing. I remembered that I can be connected again to my music anytime at all. Just have to open that box.