I've decided that I need more music in my life.....not the kind I listen to on CD or radio, but the kind I make myself. As a child, I played piano, taking lessons for about 5 years. I told myself I hated lessons at the time, and I finally convinced my Mom to let me quit. Funny thing was that after she let me quit, I played more piano every day than I had in a month before I quit. That became my norm, and I would play piano everyday after school and weekends. After I started college (still living at home) I played less, but still loved doing it. My Mom had the audacity to sell our Baldwin baby grand and buy a Hammond organ. She thought she would learn to play, but it never happened, and I was so mad at her for selling my piano that I refused to learn the organ. After a while, I began to fiddle around with it, and I got so I could play fairly well or at least enough to satisfy my urges, but I still missed my piano.
After I married and had kids, I used to play for them everyday when they came home from school. We had many songs we sang together, such as "You are my sunshine" and it was a very sweet thing to do together. Little by little, life intruded, they scattered to their friend's homes after school, and I spent less and less time making my own music.
Reading tonight some blogs produced by music makers, chiefly http://pratie.blogspot.com, and the harpist she recommended, I have realized that what is missing in my life is self-produced music. I still wish I had a piano instead of this old organ, but since that is likely never to happen, perhaps I should make use of what I have instead of mourning for what I lost. I'm going to play the organ tomorrow and maybe my soul will sing again, as well as my body.