Well, something magical and momentous and awesome and inspiring happened in my house yesterday. And it happened to me. I might have told you already, but I love music. I love people with guitars. I especially love people with guitars in my living room. It’s been my most heartfelt wish for a very long time to have people with guitars in my living room. Often. Like a regular part of my life. And as I might have also told you, in my secret-most heart of hearts I love to sing. I do it by myself just for the joy of it. When I am walking in my neighborhood. When I am in the bathtub. When I am sitting on the front porch on a beautiful clear day. Long ago I would sing to my children as we lie in bed at the end of the day. Sadly, those sweet going-to-bed/night-time lullabies are over. Now I sing somewhat furtively when I think my teenage children aren’t paying attention. But still, I sing. So this is what is so momentous and awesome… last night for the first time ever I sang out loud with other people in my living room while my old friend played the guitar and my new friend played the banjo. Me, singing. With the guitar! And even the banjo! SINGING! And it wasn’t so very hard as I thought. You know that feeling, when you want something so bad because it makes you tingle all the way to your toes thinking about it and somehow you think, “Oh no! That couldn’t be for me!” I once likened it to room that I want so badly to be inside of but I don’t think I know the way in. That’s music for me. A room I want to be inside. So last night my friends were kind enough to help me inside their music room and I have to tell you, I want to go back. A lot. People need to start showing up in my living room with their guitars. That’s all there is to it. So that is what I am asking for next for the sake of beauty. People with guitars in my world who don’t mind a little singing for the joy of it accompanying their music making. People who would love to show me the way inside that room I long to inhabit. I’ll provide the refreshments and the comfort of my living room. The musicians can provide the doorway into joy. I think it’s a good trade-off. At least for me.