tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6877731088554997649.post3981673364940241240..comments2024-03-22T17:39:44.420-07:00Comments on 37th Dream/ Rumors of Peace at Sunrise Sunrise Sunrise Sunrise Sunrise Sunrise Sunrise: Born in 1949 / We travel like an oxamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09212213177713917828noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6877731088554997649.post-35114966639297135062013-09-23T02:23:46.232-07:002013-09-23T02:23:46.232-07:00Last winter, a woman brought an autoharp to one of...Last winter, a woman brought an autoharp to one of our jceltic jams. It was quite neat. <br /><br />I feel that musical instruments are among those objects that have so much worth beyond their cost. Of the instruments I've purchased over the past five years, all of them mean so much to me, especially the little 1920s tenor parlor guitar which I play almost every day. I'm so glad that I bought it. This summer, I met someone who plays a teardrop shaped dulcimer held and played like a guitar. I just love the sound so much. A dulcimer may well be in my future. bevhttp://magickcanoe.com/blog14noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6877731088554997649.post-89661532470950523032013-09-22T12:29:02.305-07:002013-09-22T12:29:02.305-07:00Thank you, bev, for these thoughts on grief, espec...Thank you, bev, for these thoughts on grief, especially the insight about new directions and completely novel paths that don't end lingering feelings of grief but accompany them through life. That is true for me as well. <br /><br />Yesterday I saw an old autoharp and thought I would like to play the autoharp. Thank you for directing my attention to the joy of stringed instruments by way of your blog. amhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09212213177713917828noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6877731088554997649.post-23074412557678534462013-09-22T05:13:19.662-07:002013-09-22T05:13:19.662-07:00A couple of days ago, I was discussing grief with ...A couple of days ago, I was discussing grief with a friend. when my dad died in 1999, it took me about 7 years to get feeling pretty much *right* again. It has now been 5 years since Don died on September 6, 2008. I have recently noticed that I am feeling more like I once did - more optimism In most of what I do. Creativity was once forced, but now seems to happen more without me having to make anconcerted effort to draw or paint. I don't think I am entirely there yet, but not so much oppressed by sadness as I was for the first 3 or 4 years. I have a number of widowed blogger friend - male and female - and it has become apparent to me that pretty much all of us struggle mightily through the first several years, but that even after the heaviest sadness has passed, there is probably a long -maybe even a permanent - time during which we experience feelings of loss, sadness, depression, inertia, loss of direction, etc... I have come to think that we can't expect to return to where we were before losses happen, but that they become part of us as we grow in new ways. In time, I think we will find direction - maybe following completely novel paths. At least, I think this is true for me and what I have observed happening with a few of my friends. <br />I'm glad you cntinue to play music. I feel it is a very healing act - expressive and transports us to a peaceful place.bevhttp://magickcanoe.com/blog14noreply@blogger.com