tickle my fancy

The very first instrument I was exposed to is the piano. It sat in the music room of my grandparents’ house; we were encouraged to bang on it to our hearts delight. As a child, there was a certain curiosity that came with placing my fingers on the smooth ivory and ebony keys, pushing them down, hearing the sound they made, and wondering where that sound came from and how it was created. When I was older, someone finally opened the top. I was fascinated by the felt covered hammers, strummed my fingers over the strings and just fell into deep adoration with what, at that time, was an enormous presence next to my little body. Sooooo...I often wonder why on earth I would not practice once I learned how to play.

I don’t know what it is about instruments**. I have always loved music but just rebelled when it came to my lessons. Thankfully there are many pianists, both known and not so famous, whose gorgeous works I admire. One of them is Cuban born Omar Sosa whose CD Calma is part of my collection used for meditation and relaxation during my personal time as well as when I’m conducting workshops or one-on-one sessions with patients.

I also like jazz piano especially when it’s part of a trio or quartet. I truly admire one’s ability to seriously tickle the ivories, fingers moving swiftly as they play in harmonious sass with percussion and bass, sending me into a trance like state, my head nodding like a junky after a fix. It’s those moments when I regret not studying this instrument when lessons were provided. I sometimes think that perhaps the piano will one day find its way on to my list of things to take up so...

keep your peepers open!®

PS - **Note the word instruments, plural, above. Later in life, I decided to take flute, played in band, hated the competitive angling for first chair, and as soon as I was able to put it down, I did! I have no desire to pick it up again.