Waaay back in 1983 I was given the opportunity to join the 3rd grade band and learn to play an instrument.
I already knew how to play the piano and told my mom I'd like to join the band. She strongly suggested I play the flute. So I did.
I have played the flute ever since, although not on a regular basis since 1993 when I graduated High School.
During the years between 93 and 08 I played about 3 or 4 times a year for church. When I abruptly left the Methodist Church in May of 08 my flute was left in my piano bench as I moved to a new church where no one knew I could play.
And there it was to stay....until Lent of this year. Out of the blue I mentioned to my current choir director that the piece we were working on would sound really pretty with a flute descant.
And now, the cat's out of the bag!!
You would have thought all my years as "The Choir Director's Daughter" would have taught me NEVER to let the choir director know that I play the flute......
My director likes the flute so much that my ORDERS are, "I know you can't be here every week because of work, but everytime you come, bring the flute!!"
I have to say that picking it back up after 3 years has been harder than I anticipated. It has required that nasty P word.
And yet, I have found myself looking forward to that P word every week. Planning my time around the need for it and losing myself in the joy of the passion that I've always had for making music.
A passion that, no matter how long neglected, will never leave.
And that passion gets extra boosts when my choir friend tells me 27 (yes, I counted) times one Saturday how much she "LOVES the flute!" And the guitarist states how much fun it is "having the Jethro Tull thing going here".
Welcome back to my weekly (if not daily) life, my old friend.