Since the hubby had to take the car today, I figured I would be productive and clean a little, prepare for the maintanence people and then it’d be close to time for him to come home. But what I didn’t anticipate was that I would blaze through everything on a coffee trip and get things done three hours before he is due to return. So I got to thinking and decided that I would pull out my flute and practice a little.
The ease with which I recalled fingerings, the way it just felt right to play the notes.
The way my pinkie still cramps up if I keep it on the Eb key/ low C keys.
The beauty of being able to still hit the notes above the staff with accuracy-even though I totally wasn’t prepared.
The way 12/8 really just hates my guts. And I kind of love that.
And I guess, what I’m getting at is that I really missed playing flute, and I don’t think I’ve felt this fulfilled in quite a while. So music therapy will become a very large part of my time from now on. Maybe I’ll get back in the swing of things and go out to buy that B extension. We’ll see.