This morning I got up real early, 5am. I wanted to do some painting first and then some recorder practice.
Over the past 3 weeks of playing Ive defined what this is all about. It started off as just another thing I can do now that I see with both eyes, then it was to improve my singing and acceptance to "highbrow" choirs, so that was the brain talking.
Then the heart kicked in and thoughts about how I would like to farewell my father when the time comes. The recorder has such a lovely pure sound when played correctly. I spoke with Jo about this and she said you have a nice voice why dont you sing. I said I don't think I could sing at a time like that. The reason being I cant talk when I am emotional and sad at the same time.
So it was a surprise to me this morning when I closed my eyes while practicing and listened to what I was playing the feelings just rolled out. It was so beautiful. Not so much the sounds but the feelings I was able to enjoy. Its hard to put into words, but the outcome is - I know this is my instrument.
I have always had a thing for the Medieval period and especially the music of John Dowland. This is working baby! I also play guitar by ear but its just not the same - no feeling there. I'm also resisting the urge just to play by ear because I really want to learn to read.
The minister last week at St Ninians had a great sermon. In amongst it was a quote by Bach (I think) someone asked him "how do you find so many melodies? He said its not so much about finding them but avoiding stepping on them when I get out of bed in the morning."
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Funny that reading this entry I feel you may be wanting to go back to you "high-brow" choir for the wrong reasons. You don't need to prove yourself to them, you already have but going out and bettering yourself. Just be certain that all this learning is the the right things. Moo
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