Yesterday, my friend Isabelle stopped by the office for a little visit. It was something I had been looking forward to since we had that nice long chat in a parking lot a couple of weeks ago. You see, Isabelle has been taking guitar lessons since October—something that’s been on my Life List for at least 30 years. I was thrilled when she offered to come play for me, to show me what she’s learned.
My own private concert. Could there be a greater honor?
This girl came ready to play. (She also came with a beautiful feather wrapped in her hair. See?)
She unpacked her things and carefully pulled from nowhere a music book, a music stand and a thousand picks she carefully lined up along the edge of Ryon’s French Curve Table.
Then oh-so-casually she laid before her a most official looking playlist.
After a bit of fixing, Isabelle settled in, seated in just the right guitar-playing chair, placed in just the right spot in the room. Then down the playlist she played, commenting on the arrangement, explaining her technique, introducing each song with a quiet mention of its name just as she strummed the first few notes.
(Classic singer/songwriter. Don’t you love it?)
I loved every one. And then Isabelle indulged me with one final encore, a song I requested for Vickie, a dear friend celebrating a special day in a city far away. I do believe it is the first time I have ever heard the song played with the kind of heart it deserves.
The concert over, Isabelle handed me a guitar lesson book, her very first one, the one for a beginner. Here, she said. You can borrow this. It’s not hard. Just start at the beginning.
And then she moved on to our irresistible write-on board wall, where she created this perfect drawing.
I think that just about sums it up, Isabelle. Just about exactly.
So grateful for Isabelle’s birthday song and her whiteboard art. She’s my kind of girl.
I dearly love it!…..I also have a guitar….. Have yet to take lessons…..shame on me!….sighhhhhh
Awesome! Do you know where she’s taking lessons? You’ll have to bring your beginner book down to Bill’s Pickin’ Parlor some Friday night and get some practice. 🙂
Lexington School of Music, at the Old Mill. She loves it!