Last night I sat down on the bench that was so familiar and in the middle of the stillness I laid my fingers down to touch the the melody makers in front of me. I used to play my piano with such ease. I spent hours upon hours practicing so I would be perfect. The songs would flow off the pages into my soul and come out like fairy dust making my fingers fly. I wish I could fully describe the way that playing the piano makes me feel. As if my soul was flying. When I have no words left I can go to my beautiful instrument and speak a language that even words can’t always express. Any emotion can be given utterance. I realized though last night that I had forgotten so much since I don’t practice anymore. Practice isn’t always easy but it is rewarding. Is there some lost joy that you miss? Don’t let it fade. We should be beauty makers. I wrote much more poetically about my piano, beauty, and pain here. Do you play an instrument? If so what and how does it make you feel? Or do you have a song you really just enjoy? As always would love to hear about it in the comments. 🙂
Btw I just threw this outfit on because I literally had 2 minutes to take pictures…
You can see the awesome detail of this belt here. 🙂
(I love that the post number is 123…if you have been reading for a while you’ll know why.)
UPDATE: $34,929.60 😀 More babies getting fed!











