Monday, December 21, 2015
day three of sixteen
(happiest man that ever woke up that morning)
This morning she left with her guitar, strung and strapped. And I remember the last thing I told her that night. The one thing I think I know about playing.
"You know how it was like a race trying to keep up with those other people. Your wrist got stiff. All the fundamentals went out the door."
"Today when you practice it's just you and that guitar. Relax into it."
Today I am grateful to relax into the day, the cooking, the family. It took three days to realize I'm on vacation.
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