I’ve got blisters on my fingers!

I’ve got blisters on my fingers!

Well, not yet I don’t. I plan on acquiring some over the next few weeks. I expect my fingers to be raw and nearly bleeding from the hours I will spend plucking brand new, taught and unforgiving guitar strings. It has been a longtime dream of mine to get on a stage with my guitar and effortlessly play a song while I sing along. I am setting my intention to be ready to do that by this time next year.

I often imagine what it would be like to stand in front of a crowd and bare my soul in such a manor. Nothing on stage with me but my voice and my guitar. Hot lights bathing my face, sweat beading on my nose, slowly rolling down to my trembling lip. The anticipation of exposing yourself to an audience, bringing bated breath and a fluttery heart. I’m sure it will be a high unlike many others. A high yes, but in another sense, an intense grounding. To really connect to an instrument is to disconnect from the mind and be in your body in a way that can be likened only to meditation. Every musician I have ever witnessed seems to get completely lost in their craft, to enter into a trance like state as they are playing. I crave this kind of communion with the creative spirit.

To me, playing an instrument is to transmute tangible into intangible, matter into emotion, the inexpressible into poetry. I am beside myself with excitement to finally enter onto this path. I’ve let fear of failing prevent the first step for many years. No more. I intend to commit myself to this more fervently than any venture in my life thus far… aside from perhaps being a mother. šŸ˜‰ I’ll update you all with my progress as it is noteworthy. Wishing you a day filled with many joyful moments and opportunities for personal growth.



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