Ancient History


This morning I practiced again.  I don’t feel the sense of elation I felt yesterday, realizing how much I remembered.  I just feel the sense that I have a long road ahead of me.  It’s a good road, but lonely to trudge on my own.  Wish I had a teacher.  Wish I didn’t worry about bothering neighbors.

My left arm aches, some muscles I’m not used to using.  My mouth feels good, though.  The open F where only the whisper key is pressed, hard to keep that in tune.  I mean, I’m sure I’m out of tune a lot, but that note seems so vulnerable. 

By Laura-Marie

Good at listening to the noise until it makes sense.

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