In the Past
It’s breathtaking when you look back at a single moment of time and realize that you’ve left a part of you behind. But you never truly do leave that part behind; God holds it and nurtures it, until the moment in your life when you can appreciate it and desire it again. That part of me was my love for music. I’ve enjoyed music all of my life, learning from it, gaining revelations from it, expressing myself through it…but there are few points that I can say that I truly loved music and felt connected with it. Those moments are those when you realize that music is more than sound or a melody, but a means of expression. There are not many things in this world powerful enough to bring you back like a song.
For me that song tonight was the clichéd Pachelbel. Recently I’ve felt a yearning for this part of my life when I finally decided to take up a new instrument this weekend, the piano. The freshness of it has entrapped me back in the desire to become entwined with an instrument, able to express myself fully again. Then tonight I figured out the bass-line for Pachelbel Canon. Mind you, the song is far too difficult for a third day student…but the bass line led to another line and another that led to powerful memories of playing in the quartet, and truly finding joy through music. In fact, I was in the quartet again, in sync with the other musicians, feeling the power of the piece that only a musician can.
It’s breathtaking when you look back at a single moment of time and realize that you’ve left a part of you behind. But I am excited to have been given that part back, and hope that some day I can fully experience what God desires of me with it.
