Moving day is fast approaching. Downsizing is hard for me to do. Reducing a house full of furnishings to fit in a two-bedroom apartment is trying to drive me crazy. I like all my belongings but can’t take of them along.
I worked myself up to the point of several panic attacks. Something I’ve never encountered before. I’ve been eating, sleeping and over thinking how to pull this off.
Then there is my guitar lesson. I’ve cancelled them more than I’ve gone in the last month or so. I couldn’t pick my guitar out in a lineup because I haven’t taken it out to practice for a while. There hasn’t been a spare moment.
My instructor phoned me the other day to press me to pick a day to show up because the semester was ending. I sacrificed some packing time to take my last lesson.
As the instructor tended to a few things, I started playing one of my lessons (not very well). In a flash peace like a river washed over me. With no understanding how it happened I was no longer tense. My stomach stopped hurting. All was well with me from the first strum.
I’ve never experienced peace like that from music. I want more of that and not just for me. I want the music I play to embody that peace to rest on everyone who hears it.
May you find the peace you need in the music you listen to.