Music to my HeartPosted by Rachel on March 15th, 2010
Recently I was able to play music with a friend, and it was wonderful. I’ve neglected my poor violin for a while now, stacking up excuses as to why I don’t pick it up often enough — for one, the kids beg me to let them play whenever I pick it up to play music — but I’m noticing that as I play more, the novelty is beginning to wear off for them and they’re giving me more space. And the more that I pick it up to play it, the more I look forward to playing it again the next day.
Music has always been an extremely important part of my life, and in many ways, I feel like it’s my second language (sometimes it feels more like my first). Music will be an integral part of my children’s education, and our home will always be filled with songs. It’s something that’s just in my heart and has been since before I can remember. In my most despairing moments, music has been a source of comfort for me. It’s always been self-revealing in a healing way, even if it’s simultaneously painful.
Sometimes I will just melt into the music, or dance without reserve, or belt out the melody, or play along on my violin…but no matter what, as long as I breathe, I want to have music.