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For some reason I expected it to be so heavy; I had imagined my arms quickly tiring with the load, I imagined myself having to create even more strength in my arms in order to accommodate it. I expected it to feel like lead and have a deep, blue resonance. But when I picked it up it was as light as a feather, as if to say, Our journey may be difficult at times, so I will be as easy as possible to hold in order to help along the way.
I cradled it under my chin, feeling it curl up beneath me and rise to meet my face. I wanted to lick the rich orange color right of the sides. I touched it like it was a holy thing that I had stumbled upon, and it touched me like it had finally been found. Without a sound it has already captured me; it will be months before I will be able to relax, to disappear into it, to give myself over and open myself up to the point of that fusion between soul and creation.
I bought a violin today.
I cradled it under my chin, feeling it curl up beneath me and rise to meet my face. I wanted to lick the rich orange color right of the sides. I touched it like it was a holy thing that I had stumbled upon, and it touched me like it had finally been found. Without a sound it has already captured me; it will be months before I will be able to relax, to disappear into it, to give myself over and open myself up to the point of that fusion between soul and creation.
I bought a violin today.