My progress is slow with my stringed instrument, but I’m enjoying the process. I like to play the different chords, to feel the buzz of the strings, and hear the tones resonate as I pluck away at the strings. It’s not an easy task. Learning the roll patterns took some tries but after several weeks I got the basic ones down. I still miss here and there but I’m getting the rhythm. Timing is another matter. I was looking into a metronome – it’s a way to keep your timing, making sure you hit a note each time it ticks. It’s job is to discipline your performance and without it I’m not sure how anyone could truly become a master of their instrument. Oh, I’m sure someone with the gift of music has done it, but I don’t possess this gift. I must work hard at it, I must chug along like the little choo-choo train that thinks it can.
You say you draw. We’ll that is an art in itself. A great one for self expression. I am glad you have some spark of artistry in your blood. We are like kindred spirits I think.
Now tell me that Sam is no longer around is he? It is terrible what happened. I still think about it. I’m glad you handled it well. It never changes. No matter where you go there is always someone out to make your life miserable.
As for those shadowlings you should still be careful. Don’t try and seek them out. I know what you told me that you can’t help it. I am not you so try and use your best judgement.
Letter to Danny from The Broken Christmas Tree
Image Credit: Cincinnati – Spring Grove Cemetery & Arboretum “Your Time Has Come” by David Ohmer
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