Every month since Judith started her artsy essay contests, I've wanted to participate. And every month passes by without so much as a trial run. I'm determined to get an essay in -- if not to win the coveted artwork, then for my own sense of accomplishment.
So I sat down with great aspirations this evening and got two whole sentences before I was sent into a tailspin of internal emotional processing. Isn't it just like the written word to get to those unspoken places?
I haven't written a song in over a year. I haven't been playing much music lately. As we can see, I haven't been updating my journal regularly either. I have been doing more personal journaling. That's always enough to take me to other levels of production (or non-production, depending on my perspective).
Winter is always a time to hibernate. It's when nature slows down and turns the lights out early. It's a time to reflect, rest, be quiet, rejuvenate and prepare for the next seasons.
This works out well for me. Spring and summer are busy dogwalking times. It's already starting. Calls and emails of inquiries have begun.
I'm toying with the idea that a different guitar might break this dry spell. Tonight, as I forced myself to play, I realized I'm singing songs from a different era of my growth, on the same guitar I've had for 24 years. There's a lot of energy stored in that old wood. A quarter of a century of memories.
I also just right-this-very-moment remembered that I wrote a bunch of my songs on a borrowed guitar that I played for two years. It was that guitar that brought me out of my livingroom every week. When was that? 1997-99.
I loved that Takamine -- as big and awkward as it was at first. We became good friends. I learned to play some fun stuff. Found my groove. Came up with new strumming patterns and styles. I hardly put it down. Until it was time to return it. [thanks old friend, where ever you are.]
Yes! I need a new/different guitar.
OMG - that's totally it. I'm tripping out on some kind of epiphany. Right here. Right now.
I just always thought I was in a lull, or ::gasp:: losing interest. But thinking about playing a different guitar shifts my entire perspective.
Gigi, thanks for the chat earlier. It kick-started this whole bunch of something! I love you for it.