Savage Beast Soothed by Susan L.

  The piano has sat silent for a few weeks. My finger tip was raw from being pricked by the needle which meant the sewing needed a break so last night I played for a couple of hours. The break had done me good. The worship songs I'd practiced so hard after getting the piano came easily. The improvised accompaniments were dressed up even more as more of the keyboard was included in the fancy stuff.
  I still play a bit like an organist (that's what I learned) but it works nicely with a setting of piano and strings combined. An organist holds down the key to make a note last. That means the strings continue to play as I pick the piano melody out with other fingers. It gives my heart a thrill to play an orchestra.
  The formal, classical, stiff backed, non-moving organist posture is disappearing. The playing is becoming a dance which adds to the enjoyment immensely. It also makes it easier to connect emotionally with the music. Such freedom!
  Monday's blog about grief had stirred up some memories and emotions. Mostly it was plain old sadness and perhaps a sprinkling of anger. The music released those feelings as I gave them back to the Lord in songs of gratitude. Just like Joshua and his trumpets, the walls came tumbling down.
  "It shall come to pass, when they make a long blast with the ram's horn, and when you hear the sound of the trumpet, that all the people shall shout with a great shout; then the wall of the city will fall down flat." Josh 6:5