I started playing music in the evenings last week… I found an iPod that apparently was discarded to me by my dad (as it has his business card in the case and loads of music that seems very much like it would have been his music), and charged it, plugged it into my speakers, and played it on shuffle.
It was great.
Especially the part where Christmas songs popped in on occasion.
I loved having the music playing in the background all evening, as it made my space feel so warm and welcoming and loving.
I even put on my unicorn onesie (handed down to me, not purchased) while I did a little art project, and the whole evening was super lovely and fun.
And I was on my own.
And the two of those don’t often go together for me, which made the night all the better.
So, I’ve begun playing music from the iPod somewhat often in the evenings at home, as of this past week and a half-ish.
The other day, I had a strong desire – enough so to follow through with it – to pull out my trumpet.
I’ve played occasionally with a school instrument at my various schools these past several years, but I hadn’t taken this one out of its case since, possibly, about seven years ago.
But I really loved playing around on it.
i then guitared last night, and that was lovely.
Today, a student showed me a silly video of another student of mine playing the saxophone (we were talking about music and playing instruments during class today), and I was inspired to pull out and play my saxophone tonight.
It, too, was a lovely time.
And there seems to be something almost magical in the air around music in my life right now – I feel somehow that it is returning to me because it is time for music to be a strong part of my life again (not because my interests have changed in any way).
I hear music on the horizon, and I am delighted.