More In Tune

“So I keep waiting for a glowing review of my waiting room,” said my son’s guitar teacher referring to the relatively dismal description of the old waiting room from the post In Tune.  (However I will take this opportunity to admit that I don’t believe that post adequately conveyed the fact that I think that a bleak waiting room actually is appropriate for the whole starving-artist-being-true-to-their-vision vibe.  So I may have mistakenly given the impression that I didn’t like it there.  I did.)  He was kidding, since it’s not so much a waiting room as a cozy corner of his studio.  I think of a waiting room as a place where you are just trying to find ways to pass the time while you…wait.  Whether it is the dentist office, the DMV, a courthouse--they usually all have bad art, a funky smell, magazines you would never subscribe to and stale air.  But the truth is instead of a place where you are waiting for time to pass, the waiting area for my son’s guitar lessons is now a place where I can sit and enjoy just being.  On the coffee table are magazines that I have spent my hard-earned money on, yet I don’t need to look at them since there is so much else to take in.  If I could ask a genie for one wish it would be to add 4 more hours to each day, I dole out my time jealously, yet I don’t consider the 30 minutes in this studio a waste of my time. 

A one room Cedar-shingled structure that fits right in with the rocky Maine landscape it sits on. Comfy furniture that isn’t fussy enough to have to worry about, an impressive array of guitars and audio equipment, windows letting in natural light, and photographs letting in memories.  And of course a fridge.  I liked this teacher when we were taking lessons at the other location, but I like him more now.  It makes sense.  When you see a Great Horned Owl soar over you through the trees or a seal poke his head out of the water in the surf, it is significantly more spectacular than seeing the same creatures in a zoo.  No matter how carefully the zoo was designed to mimic their homes.  Natural habitats give our true essence the space to come out and play.  To let people see what makes us feel happy and in tune with the life force.