Duet

Cana asked me something today that took me off guard. Set me back and touched me in a way I can never hope to be able to explain in mere words.

She asked me to play my flute with her .. that she would teach me a simple tune ... one that meant a lot to her. That we could play together for the celebration.

I wanted to give her all the reasons I could not do it ... that I was not good enough. That I did not seem to have the talent it took to play an instrument. That I was not sure I could learn even her simple tune. That she should ask someone far better at such than I.

But all the things I wanted to say .. all the things I even did say .... seemed only an offense in the face of such an honor. Such simple trust in me. So I thanked her and said I would do it.

She has no idea why I have been practicing the flute. I can make them. I can show others how to do it .. something about it seems to escape me ... some natural ability to let the notes flow from my fingers. But it is something I wish to accomplish and ... perhaps Cana can show me something that will fill in some missing piece.

The little bone flute is with me constantly now. My companion. But I only bring it out when there is no one around to have their nerves tortured by the flaws in my attempts. I have lost something and I want to get it back ... I want to fill in that hole. I know ... or at least I have faith ... that it is possible.

Yes you heard me right. I have faith. But do not get used to it.