TETHERED BY NYLON STRINGS
Quarantine hit when I was in and out of the hospital for multiple surgeries. I was home, away from my friends, tube sticking out of my abdomen, and to top it all off, I was beginning to deconstruct my faith. I felt adrift, and I was in need of a way to ground myself. Amidst the time I now had in abundance, I rediscovered the ukulele and piano, learning new songs, and, eventually, writing my own. As my fingers strummed the nylon strings or pressed down on the black and white keys, I’d feel my mind go blissfully blank, zeroed in on the piece of music, tethering myself to the moment. Finally at peace.
@sarahjoy.co, Freelance Virtual Assistant
