Rhapsody

I've been playing piano since I was six. My parents gave me the amazing gift of thirteen years of piano lessons. Wow, add up all that money. Now there's an investment. I learned through classical music and pretty much played just that until I was about 18. For the last three to four years I really haven't opened up Beethoven a whole lot.

Recently I decided that I'm also a ballerina at heart. When I get really excited or consumed by something, I crave to express it through graceful and emotional movements. I do want to try to take a class soon, but for now I don't know what I'm doing.

Today I was spending time reading Isaiah and talking to God about where I am with him compared to where I should be. Filled with something...I don't know - emotion, the Spirit, my many thoughts...I just wanted to dance. I wanted to move around gracefully and speak to God about things in that way. But, I didn't feel like finding music, and I didn't know that I would actually last longer than 2 minutes in my lack of expertise.

So, I went to the piano and played the good ol' Brahms Rhapsody that I've had memorized since 8th grade. It was awesome. I haven't played that song with such purpose in years. My brow was furrowed, and I got everything out.

Now I'm the prodigal son to my classical music upbringing. Hopefully I can soon add ballet too.