I love my piano

February 07, 2011

I love my piano

I love this piano too, but this is not a picture of my piano. This is just a little snapshot of my wildest dreams.

But back to my piano. I got a good uninterrupted hour session in this afternoon of playing time (thank you, Ryan!) and wow, did I ever need it. Yes, I desperately need the practice, but more than that, I need it for my soul. There is something about pounding away on these keys that fills me up like nothing else can.

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Mike and Julie said…

I know EXACTLY what you mean! Glad you got the time to tickle the ol' ivories!

February 7, 2011 at 10:01 AM

SuSu said…

There is something about the piano and the ability to connect with it that is "soul satisfying."

February 7, 2011 at 11:05 AM

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