Music and Passion
Music has been a near-constant passion in my life since I was very little. I grew up in a musical household, listening to my parents sing. They’d have friends over – and one would play the piano and the others would gather ’round – and everyone would sing and harmonize. I was enthralled! It was magical!
I think that’s where my enchantment with music began, as a little girl standing among these very tall grownups as they sang and sang. I didn’t particularly like my voice … but the piano, THAT I could learn and play! So I did….
And decades later, I’m still in love with the piano, and in love with music. Not to say there aren’t times when I take a “break” and don’t play for days, perhaps weeks … but I always return to music, to playing, to marveling at the moods and worlds and emotions that the sounds conjure up for me and for others.
I’ve recently come through another “break” or “vacation,” where I didn’t play often – or at all. It lasted about 2 months. And now I’m refreshed, in awe of the aural palette, and having such fun creating new pieces, practicing with my guitarist husband for a gig tomorrow night and planning many more, excited with the future of it all.
Passion. Passion and music. I felt it as a toddler, and I feel it still. It’s like falling in love again, but with an art instead of a man or woman. But passion nonetheless. It makes living in this very difficult world tolerable, even joyous, and gives me hope that tomorrow will indeed be better. My life burdens are not removed, my problems are not solved, yet I am able to better face them, to confront them and deal with them. The burdens are lighter, my outlook is uplifted, and my spirit soars.
Music. Passion.
May each of you find such passion. I wish this for you.
