Reflections from Halo Quin

The soft sun warms my skin... mmmmmmmmmmmmmmm! Life is Sweet!

Tortellinni, for once perfectly cooked, delights my tongue... mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm! Life is Sweet!

My final essay is done and in and no longer a weight on my mind... mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm! Life is Sweet!

There are blue-tits playing and forgaing in the garden, and white butterflies in the blossom filled breeze outside my window... mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm! Life is Sweet!

And I am listening to amazing music which makes me want to smile and dance... mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm! Life is Sweet!

Life is sweet, and I am so very grateful!

My heart goes out to everyone here, everyone who is struggling with health and work and stress and everything... I send you a piece of joy to keep you warm...

In Delight,
~Halo xx

For reasons known only to the voices in my head (and they're not sharing) I found myself walking home with a beautiful second hand flute today.

I can't read music. I can't play the flute. And yet, I bought it.

My friend is a very persuasive woman. She offered to teach me to play. She haggled the price down so I could afford the service to bring it fully back to life. She played each one on offer and told me the benefits of the one that came home with me.

So, despite the fact I'd decided not to spend any more money so I can afford to travel instead, I bought it.

And she's beautiful.

Silver-coloured, with the slight patina of age that comes from not being polished for a while, and engraved with the company name: Lark.

I had, for the aforementioned unknown reasons, decided to go check out the stall selling musical instruments in the Union this afternoon. There were also books, but nothing that caught my eye. I looked as I passed it at the guitars and trumpets and wondered why I'd bothered... but then my friend called my name, and, turning, I spotted the three flutes, waiting.

And there, nestled in the blue, was the little SkyLark.

I say little, apparently she's quite chunky for a flute, but, I am told, this is perfect for beginners, it makes it much easier to find the buttons.

So, yes, I brought her home.

Synchronicity or impulse? Time will tell.

One thing is for sure, this morning, waiting for the physio appointment that tunred out to be (hopefully) the last I need, I tried to sketch myself with a flute. I couldn't recall how the hands went and drew a front facing flute instead, but the urge was there.

So something made me think of flutes today.

And lo, the manifestation is complete.

And yes, after I finished the first draft of my essay, before I sat down to write this, I took her form her box, assembled her, and played a little, practising how to blow and trying to discover how to make the notes change. I never imagined a flute had so many buttons and levers!!! For once, however, I was not frustrated by the instrument. The slight ache in my hands from holdign an unusual object doesn't bother me, my inability to get anything resembling a tune, or even scales, is not a problem. The fact I know other people could hear me doing really badly... didn't bother me one bit. And normally any one of these things would have encouraged me to forget it.

I'm optimistic.

We'll see what happens over the next couple of months, won't we?