I stopped playing guitar when I left the church years ago. It made sense, since I only knew worship songs. And What’s Up by 4 Non Blondes. Obviously.
In a lot of ways, I found God in that guitar. Whatever God is. Whatever that means. I don’t know. I’m totally not okay with not knowing, but I’m slowing getting there. Accepting that I will always have more questions than answers. More doubt than belief. But, at least for now, I’m taking the music back.
My fingers are calloused again. My hands find their way through familiar yet almost forgotten chords. My voice begins to rise. Broken. Weak. Unsure. Terrified. But here. Showing up. Starting again. On my own this time.
Photo by Roozle. Mess by Roozle.