Love is like anything; the more you nurture and focus on it, the better it becomes. You can’t expect to be a master cellist if you never pick up the cello. Do you think Yo-Yo Ma became who he is by laying on opposite sides of his cello in bed at night? Or by listening to the TV instead of it? I would guess not. I would think he held it. Touched it. Listened to it.

-from Gwen in Love, a new sex relationship blog I’m loving right now

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This is Jacqueline, one of my loves. I miss her terribly. She’s in Baguio with Joe right now, where I’m sure she’s having a grand time with all the hunky boys around.

Seriously, I really do miss having the cello around. I miss taking lessons and practicing until my fingertips are sore. My siblings and I used to do these silly trios with May on the guitar and Joe on the violin, I miss that as well, those were fun times.

I really should buy my own cello, because I’m getting nowhere near my goal of playing Bach’s first cello prelude without an instrument around!