I have long since abandoned my little guitar blog here. Life has taken me many places. I've had triumphs. I've had failures. I've had tragedies. I've had a lot happen to me and to my loved ones and around me and around those I love.
My little guitar blog was the beginning of...something. Of writing bits of my life and sharing them. Of purposefully exploring my journey with six strings and a box with words. Of purposefully exploring a journey within myself as well. My little guitar blog never got very deep. But the music did. And the satisfaction of attaining a little mastery of my instrument.
I've had a very long stretch of spiritual stagnation. I've not enjoyed church. I've not enjoyed the sermons. I've not been happy with God. In fact, you can say I was, and still am, quite livid with Him. And since church is where I do most of my playing, my zest for the instrument has stagnated as well. My calluses are gone. My left hand is clumsy unless it is a song I know very well. I just don't care.
Yesterday, I played in my church praise team band. I'm still doing the cowboy cords and the campground strum. But I enjoyed it like I haven't in years. I enjoyed the way my box with six strings sang. I enjoyed provided a rhythm against the melody played on the piano. I enjoyed making music. I've had some experiences in the realm of faith these last two months that has opened small areas of growth. And I find it fascinating that, along with these small awakening, so too my itch to strum awakes.
I don't know if I'm at the beginning of something or at the end of something else.
I have a feeling it is both
...it might be time to see Amish Guitar posts again.
New blog started at The Jogging Clydesdale. Decidedly guitar free, but you're welcome to stop by. --AG