I {heart} music.
I have loved it since I was a little girl. I remember sitting at our piano probably when I was about preschool age, making up songs and singing to them. I remember my mom asking me "where did you learn that song" and proudly in my mind it was my masterpiece. {shorty after this I believe I started piano lessons}
I have been thinking about the piano lately. A very untelevised thing about me, was I played piano really well. No, I mean, ReallY well. Now I am definitley not tooting my horn, because, you see, after the 11 years of study and practice, and dedication it took to get that way. I gave it up. And to sit down at a piano now after all these years of not playing, it is soooooo frustrating not to be able to play hardly anything at all. Because I remember how I use to be able to play, and to see how much I have digressed- it is shameful. I was telling Mr.S the other night, that this is one of my biggest regrets in life.
I have been thinking alot about the talents we are given from our Heavenly Father, and how sometimes we just toss carelessly aside the gifts we are given. I feel saddened now, and I do see how what we are given, can be taken away. It remindes me of this quote by Elder Packer:
"Whence comes this gift? And gift it is. You may have cultivated it and developed it, but it was given to you. Most of us do not have it. You were not more deserving than we, but you are a good deal more responsible. If you use your gift properly, opportunities for sevice are opened that will be beneficial eternally for you and for others."
{I am working to reclaim this gift.}
okay that went to a slight tangent but here is where that was coming from
I have been listening to this song on a huge dose of repeat the last few days. Ever do that? Fall in love with a song all over again... I am learning to play it on the piano.
Beatles:
Blackbird singing in the dead of night
Take these broken wings and learn to fly
All your life
You were only waiting for this moment to arise
Black bird singing in the dead of night
Take these sunken eyes and learn to see
all your life
you were only waiting for this moment to be free
Blackbird fly, Blackbird fly
Into the light of the dark black night.
Blackbird singing in the dead of night
Take these broken wings and learn to fly
All your life
You were only waiting for this moment to arise,
You were only waiting for this moment to arise,
You were only waiting for this moment to arise
Well to me music is a source of inspiration - and this week it help me create these. (they will be in my esty shop soon!