It's interesting,

I blog all about what is keeping me busy, what I find fulfilling in my life, and yet, somehow, I am leaving out one of the most important things in my life. The piano.

Perhaps it's because it's as natural to me as breathing. So I don't even think about it, or mention it. But it is also as necessary to me as breathing. Piano is my stress outlet; my natural high. I play daily, as an enjoyment, to learn new pieces, to keep myself grounded.

If I'm feeling frustrated, I take it out on the keys, usually fast and furiously. Most of the time I play my favorites or makeup something new.

My favorite composer for piano is Chopin. Each melody is a treasure that seem to fit my hands so well. I'm just a sucker for the melancholy, hauntingly beautiful music pictures he paints. I never tire of any of them.

I also love the delightful pieces of Mozart. They are stimulating, whether in Major or Minor. I love to play Bach, but I know that he is not fun to listen to persay. One of my favorite contemporary composers is Eugenie Rocherolle. She has some wonderful pieces.

I think my biggest goal concerning the piano is to not let my hands become lazy and unfamiliar to the keys. I know how quickly that unfamiliarity can come. I hope to avoid it. For some reason, Heavenly Father blessed me with this talent and love, and I cannot shirk it. I feel that I must always be willing to share it somehow. It can still be scary, but it can also be invigorating.

I really have missed teaching these past couple of years. It used to be such a focus for me and it's refreshing to start back up again. Like opening up an attic window and letting the cleansing, cool breeze brush by the curtains and push out the stagnant air that has settled. All of my piano teachers were a BIG inspiration to me, and I love to pass what I learned from them on.

So, I may not mention the piano again for awhile. Maybe I will, but over the years I have come realize that it is more than just a hobby or ambition. It's my place of sanctuary.