Time to fess up and tell those of you who don't know that I've embarked on one of the more challenging adventures in my life. I mean seriously challenging.
Here's the explanation...since sometime around Christmas, I picked up the violin again.
Let me clarify.... when I say "picked up the violin" I basically mean I pick it up and make it squawk in ways it should never squeak.
I now "know" and by "know" I mean kind of recognize and, if I stand just so, and hold my right hand, elbow and shoulder just perfect and contort my left arm, wrist and fingers into intense positions, can play 13 notes.
Trust me, 13 notes is almost a miracle. And this is one of the hardest things I've ever done. What I learned in 4th grade, I do NOT remember. What I tried to learn by teaching myself via books and the internet two years ago was surpassed in the first ten minutes in my first lesson.
And from what my teacher tells me, 13 notes is the tip of the iceberg.
Trust me, there will be more coming....
Change. I've learned to embrace it, ride it out til the end. Sometimes I'm kicking and screaming, other times weeping with my eyes clinched tight. Once in awhile I ride like a dog in a car, head out the window snorting what life has to offer. Mother to young adult children, a marriage of thirty years, and a desert to mountain to valley waltz with God have shaped me into someone I never imagined I'd be. Life is short and I want to live it. Tears, sighs, laughter and change. Every morsel granted to me. Scrambled, shaken or stirred.