Ukulele Unleashes Unbridled Urges

 Ukulele.

Or maybe it’s the wine?

The wine has loosened my tongue and inner editor.

But the ukulele and my ukulele group have  unleashed unbridled urges:

to create, to sing, to express myself, to unite with other ukelele players, to uncover the hidden or scared musician wannabee.

Well, ukulele and unschooling.

Thank goodness I  began my ukulele adventure with other unschooling moms.

A profoundly different atmosphere and attitude than previous music learning for me. A combination that urges me to:

• just go for it
• try things in new ways
• not worry if I am strumming impaired
• find a way that works for me
• participate at whatever level I am able
• apologize less and enjoy more.

Oh, I would have been a much better classroom teacher if I had this unschool ukulele experience in my gut and memory rather than my piano lesson memories  of my teacher saying,

“Dear me dear me, it is SUCH a shame. You are my hardest worker but you have NO TALENT!!!” You’ll never do me proud. Tsk Tsk.”

 

From my uke/unschool friends, supporters and philosophers I know that:

• I can find joy in trying
• I can ask for help if I want to
• I can take classes or go to uke fests if I want, or not
• I can find all sorts of tutorials online.
• I can practice as much or as little as I want to choose the amount of progress I want based on what I want to put in.

It is easy to find  a standard to try to live up to if I want, like my favorite of  Iz playing the Somewhere Over the Rainbow/ It’s a Wonderful World medley.

Or , I can happily croon Ukulele Lady on the deck all by myself, without a care as to how any one else would play it.

Or, I can do both.

Celebrating choice, uniqueness and collaboration when desired.

Unwinding,

Uncovering uniqueness.

Unlearning old messages that no longer serve us.

Uplifting and uproarious.

Ukulele!