It has been forever since I have udpdated the blog. I have no excuses except that I have let myself get carried away on things like facebook, catching up with old highschool buddies, and the guitar. I have really become absorbed in the guitar. I
am taking a class at a school downtown and I am learning so much. When I’m at work, or away from home for any reason really, all I want to do is play the guitar.
It has saved me from gettng bogged down and immersed in the hysteria of the news of the day.
Earlier this year a co-worker was let go due to the failing economy, and I got a little freaked out. I couldn’t sleep and life just kind of changed for me. Then one day while I was home, I just felt the need to pick up my guitar. I started playing some
really cool inovative stuff. It became a daily obsession as my worries melted away to the joy of playing. Soon it didn’t matter that it seemed that the shit was hitting the fan, I just needed to get home to play my guitar. So that is where I am today.
It makes sense to me that this was the child I left behind so many years ago, coming
to my rescue. All my life all I ever wanted was to sing and play music. Once when I was around 10 years old, my brother and I were waiting in the driveway in our car, for our mother to come out so we could go to the store. That was the most fun thing to do when I was a kid, go shopping. Anyway, I was singing my heart out as usual, to whatever was on the radio – and you know I believe it was a “Yes” song, dear god!-
Anyway my brother stopped me cold. He hated my enthusiasm for singing. It was embarrassing for him to be out at Pizza Hut or somewhere with his family and his little sister would be singing for the whole restaurant to hear. He’d beg my parents to make me stop so we could actually hear the song for a change but they’d tell him to be nice and leave me alone. I always won and continued to sing my heart out. Then this particular night he said to me, “You know just becasue you can sing doesn’t mean you’ll ever be able to do anything
with it. There are other people out there who sing way better than you.” Or something to that effect. Honestly it never dawned on me before that I wouldn’t be
a singer when I grew up. I never compared myself to anyone else either. I was floored, the wind was knocked out of my sails, and I played it off as if he wasn’t telling me anything I didn’t already consider. From that moment on, I became shy about singing in front of others. He finally won. And I totally lost, until now.
This whole world crisis experience has been an amazing transformation in the works, for me and so many other people, but what I found out very early on was that the only way we are going to come through it all intact is to go to that little kid inside each of us, and ask, “what is it that you want to do today?” The conversation in the 80’s was healing the inner child, but at this moment in time, I think it’s the inner child that holds the key to healing us!
Anyway, whatever you used to want to do when you were a kid but relenquished to adult duties, go and do! Burry your thoughts in that activity! Learn to paint, draw, or play an instrument. Go out and shoot hoops, or learn to tumble or dance. You don’t have to
make a career out of it, but definitely make fun out of it. Enjoy yourself! It’s the least we can do in a time like this. It might just be the key to saving the planet!
