In Reflection.

Busyness.  So often it overwhelms me.  Sometimes I'm not even sure what consumes my time, but there is always something.  So yesterday I was right in the middle of what was a very busy, bustling summer day.  And I had to stop. And wait.  At first it was painful as I sat parked outside my sister's friend's house, knowing that I was burning expensive gas to keep the AC running and my sister was still 10 minutes away.  However, I was forced to be still, to rest, to remember.  For this I am thankful.  As I stared out the window, I saw the blue cloud-filled summer sky, tall tree branches swaying, overgrown grass, insects buzzing all around.  It reminded of summer when I was little.  There were those days when my mom would drop me off for piano lessons.  I would trek through the tall grasses and bugs and walk in the sliding glass door.  I was 8 and loved it when my piano teacher assigned me a new song and would play it through once for me to hear.  Her house was cool and peaceful and perfect in so many ways.  Sometimes, the sun would fade and during my lesson rain would begin to pelt ths doors and windows.  But I was safe.  I was in my own little world where the rain drops kept tempo for the music notes bouncing around in my brain. 

I played piano for 8 years... but after having 4 different piano teachers, it had lost it's early charm.  I had forgotten about what music used to be to me once upon a childhood.  Somehow, in the half hour I sat waiting during a busy summer day, I was able to remember again.