I'm scheduled to play piano in church tomorrow -- just the prelude, while everyone is sitting down and getting settled. So I decided that tonight I'd better whip through a few songs to get warmed up. Even though most people are visiting through the prelude, I still like to be somewhat prepared when I'm playing piano in public.
I sat down at the piano and started playing...and as I played through some of my favorite choruses (nothing fancy; just chords and fillers) I was filled with a sense of peace and joy. It was immediate.
I love playing the piano. But I don't often get the chance to play. At least not to play the way I would like to. The girls will often run up at the first sound of the piano and want to play with me. Or they're asleep and I have to play with the soft pedal on, which is not nearly as fun.
So tonight while Les was getting the girls ready for their baths, I took the opportunity to play the way I was so desperately missing. Only I hadn't realized how much I had missed it until I began. I poured my whole heart and soul into the keys and made a promise to myself: I will set aside time to play the piano on a regular basis. Not only when I've been asked to play in church, but just for me. Les has often mentioned that I should play more and that he would take the girls out of my hair so I could do it. I'll just have to start taking him up on that offer.
Piano is very therapeutic for me; very healing. I can feel so much through my music: I can rejoice, I can pray, I can mourn, I can vent. Sometimes it's the only place I want to be.