Where a flash mob of folks spend five minutes all writing on the same topic and then share ‘em over @thegypsymama.
This week, the word is rhythm.
I play the flute. I’ve played since third grade. But I’ve always wanted to play the guitar.
My dad played the guitar. When I was a child, he was my hero. I wanted to be like him. I am musical because of him.
He also liked to whistle. He could whistle beautiful tunes, so I made it my mission to whistle beautiful tunes too.
I was born with a gift from my Heavenly Father. I have rhythm. I tried my hand at guitar, but it never worked out. My hands a too small.
When I came to the Africa Mercy and discovered the ukulele club, my dream of playing a stringed instrument was re-awakened. I bought myself a ukulele while I was home this past winter. Now I’m playing a stringed instrument, like my dad. 🙂 I love the simple rhythmic strumming patterns. They take me away to beautiful memories of my past, sitting at the feet of my dad as he played his guitar for us.