Amazing what our bodies can learn to do in an automatic fashion. The very complicated processes those limbs achieve without any conscious effort. 

And it is even more amazing if we consider how damned difficult it is, at the beginning, when we are consciously thinking about every single movement.

 I’ve been learning a new picking pattern on the old geetar, and there is a well worn path to be trodden. But when the path is new to you, it certainly doesn’t feel “well worn”.

In the beginning, I,  The Learner,  resemble nothing less than an inebriated Brontosaurus Dinosaur attempting to embroider a daisy petal upon a silk negligee.

Very messy.

But it ends…yes, it will END….with fluent mastery. It’s inevitable, however Evitable it seems right now.

As long as I keep walking down the path. 

As long as I don’t turn back.