Since 2013, I’ve participated in NaBloPoMo – National Blog Post Month – and written a blog post for every day for the month of November. I hadn’t planned on doing it this year as I haven’t posted anything since August. The last year hasn’t exactly been plain sailing for me, and along with many things, my interest in writing wained. For me, writing is cathartic, however it is also extremely emotionally draining to see your thoughts on paper. Turns out it’s rather difficult to express yourself when you prefer to ignore what you’re feeling. Sometimes it’s easier to avoid things rather than acknowledging them in writing. Not the most soul-enriching technique, but hey, whatever works right?!
The good news is that, as we are crawling towards the end of the year, I have never felt happier. I’ve admitted my misjudgements, regained control, and taken a giant leap out of my comfort zone. But even once my motivation returned, the thought of writing was still laborious. That was until I stumbled across this gentleman today.
May I introduce you to Mr Piano Man; the name I have christened him since our exchange of pleasantries extended only as far as ‘that was mesmerising’ and ‘thank you’.
I stumbled across Mr Piano Man sitting on the corner of Caroline Street & Oliver Plunkett Street in Cork City around noon today. Undisturbed and unperturbed by passers-by, his fingers delicately caressed each key as he played a piece by Chopin. He did not look up. He did not look around. It was as if he was in a state of trance for he was not only playing the music, he was a part of it too.
I stood mesmerised by the talent of this stranger in the middle of the street, raptured by his musical dexterity. A small crowd began to form. French and German tourists, who like me, stood a small distance away. We quietly delighted in the pleasure of being privy to something that felt so personal and intimate. No one spoke nor wanted to move any closer for fear we would intrude on this gentleman’s private moment.
It was then I thought about my blog, and the reason why I started writing it in the first place. I wanted to record & document an exciting period of my life so I would have something to look back on; a way to vividly remember the moments & relive the feelings I experienced. When had I stopped doing that? When had my blog turned into a place for recipes, forced lists of random things, and one photograph posts masked as ‘Silent Sunday’ simply because I had nothing else to say?
This gentleman, this stranger, engrossed in his musical world, reminded me that the small details in every day life that we often forget are the ones that we look back and hope to remember. That is what my blog, and NaBloPoMo, is all about for me. Noticing the small details, experiencing, looking back, and remembering.
So let’s not break with tradition. November has always been a time of discovery for me. One post a day for thirty days. Ready. Set. Go.
Music in, world out!
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