Tonight, I re-strung my guitar. The last set was starting to rattle a bit when played, so I figured it was time. Those hardy metal wires lasted for quite awhile, though. But as I turned the tuning pegs to loosen them, the strings that had served so well in making melodies and music started to sound pretty nasty. Obviously, detuning and ultimately removing guitar strings would do such things. But it got me thinking about how we begin to lose the music of our life as we lose focus.
See, as I put new strings onto the guitar, my instrument began to resemble what it once was: a deliciously warm music-making device. (Thanks Taylor) Prior to that, it was just a hollowed out piece of wood, no better than to be tossed aside. However, all it needed were new strings. Perhaps we need new “strings” in our life in order to keep our music alive. Perhaps a new routine could serve as the opening plucks of a new melody; familiar but strangely new, they are tones that bring our soul to life. Maybe it’s learning a new skill or trying our hand at something we were so reluctant to try before. Can you begin to hear, the shaking of the cobwebs of yesterday? Or yesteryear?
Maybe we get rusty, just like a set of ol’ guitar strings. Perhaps we still make music, but are compromised by the rattling of our old fears that come to life every so often. Making music that is real and alive may require changes. What’s the worse that could happen? I mean, I guess we would all have new strings. That isn’t too bad, is it?