Today I don’t want to play the cello.  Same as yesterday.  And the discussion begins …

You should want to

But “shoulds” are useless

Okay … but go find the passion again

How?

I don’t know.  You’re the cellist

Am I?

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Enough.  I’m getting bored with this conversation.

I visited my friend Harm at Arpeggio Music yesterday.  He’s a cello teacher.  More than a year ago he rented me a cello and pointed across the street to the Poel music school.

Help, Harm

He told me that he didn’t touch his cello in July.  He needed a break from students, lessons and playing concerts.

He told me to do what it takes to return fresh to my cello lessons in September.  Essentially move towards the cello when the body and soul say it’s time.  That might be on August 4 … or perhaps September 1.

No “have to’s”.  No guilt.

He suggested I go to a cello concert somewhere, maybe Brussels.  Right now I don’t feel up to that, but inspiring cello music videos are just a few clicks away on YouTube.

(I stopped writing for a few minutes)

A cello smile has shown up.  Welcome, dear smile.  My downbows and upbows will return, along with soaring melodies and the sweet vibrations of vibrato.

I will be a cellist again