Music has seen me through some very rough times - severed relationships, broken hearts, financial challenges, the loss of my parents and other loved ones - and the usual variety of feeling lonely, bewildered and lost. More than any other kind of therapy - music has saved me time and time again. I honestly can't imagine getting through life's roller coaster without being able to pick up my guitar, sit down at the piano ... or lift my voice in song. I have been so blessed with this gift - and I so often take it way too for granted.
For obvious reasons, I've had to take a bit of a hiatus - and I've missed it terribly. I have conjured up several melodies in my head ... some lyrics now and then ... but have not had the inclination (focus, more likely) to follow through. More than anything else, I am praying that I'll be able to get back that *thing* that I lack at present - that will enable me to create again. More than anything else - THAT is what will make me feel like ME again.
Perhaps once all of this poison is out of my system.
Tuesday is my last chemo treatment. Dreading it ... but singing hallelujah at the same time.
