The ground around here has been gasping for such a long time, but today, there’s rain. Not just a little bit. A lot. And it reminds me of something.
I went without a piano for a number of years, from the time I left home to go to college until well into my married life. Finally, though, I got tired of feeling like parched earth. I wanted the rain of music back in my life.
So I bought a piano. The music started falling, just like tentative raindrops. I hadn’t touched a piano in so many years, it was almost like starting over again. Scales. Finger-limbering exercises.
But then the floodgates opened, and music filled my life once more.
Nowadays I don’t play the piano often. But I sing with the Gwinnett Choral Guild. I play my mini bongo drums just for the fun of it when I walk past the kitchen counter. I hum along as I drive.
It’s just like the rain. A little here, a lot there. A little here. Some more there. And my world is satisfied.
BEEattitude for Day #590:
Blessed are those who fill their combs with pollen and honey, for they shall be well-nourished all their life long.
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