Too long it's been since words have been flowing out of me. In the midst of work and connections with loved ones, it's been too long. I haven't been writing in the morning. I haven't been tracking my odd dreams.
But it might also be a good thing.
The other day, I was running around and didn't have time to practice guitar. When I finally had a moment to sit down at my boyfriend's house, I picked up his guitar, wanting to touch it for just a short while. It wouldn't be a full-on practice, just a brief reminder to my mind and body. I began picking the strings, in an almost distracted way, simply wanting to feel the strings underneath my fingertips. Suddenly, it sounded like a song. And not a just song that I was playing along to - a unique rhythm that could be considered music that I was creating.
I laughed suddenly, remembering the feeling when I sit down to 'try' and play a song. I usually end up flailing on the strings, making some rhythmic patterns but never really manifesting a 'song'. And here I was, only trying to touch the strings, with no plan or particular musical endeavor in mind, and I was playing my own music.
Suffice it to say my boyfriend, the professional musician, was quite amused. It's funny how these obvious thresholds are so indiscernible until we stumble and fall right through them.
Suddenly, the world is clearer. And I'm able to play.