We are like violins. We can be used for doorstops, or we can make music.Posted: September 27, 2010 | |
Every single one of us can do things that no one else can do – can love things that no one else can love. We are like violins. We can be used for doorstops, or we can make music. You know what to do. – Barbara Sher
I love so many things that the deluge often overwhelms me and I shut down. I love my husband and my sons. I love the color of paint on my living room walls. I love the coolness of the early autumn morning when I have to shut the window because I’m too cold. I am almost too comfortable. Like a violin swathed in it’s cozy velvet lined case, maybe I’ve become too comfortable with my surroundings. I need change in my life to cause my strings to make music….no music in a vacuum, right?
Part of my cozy velvet case is having incubated Benjamin for the last six months.
We’ve been decidedly unsocial. I see now that his reticence with strangers may have been headed off at the pass if I had gotten him out in the world earlier. Or, maybe not. I don’t feel like I’m the confident mother that I was with baby Sylas so long ago! I second guess everything now, maybe because I see how the choices I made with Sylas affected him and want to make sure that my choices affect Benjamin in a positive way.
So this incubation has also been desensitizing. I feel, but not all of my feelings, and intuit, but not completely. But now, I’m hungering for more. I need to make music and not be a doorstop. Doorstops open the way for others, while making themselves immobile…maybe that’s the gist of the quote above that spoke to me.