I did not want them to hear how bad I was.
For years, I preferred to hide and play quieter than others.
Walking past a busker today reminded me of my musician days.
I played trumpet for 10 years in a carnival band home.
The contrast was so clear:
– The busker is loud and proud yet I remember hiding
– Hiding by practising at home when no-one was around
– Hiding by playing less loud than my fellow musicians
– Hiding by not wanting to play a solo
Interesting choice of instrument to hide through – the loud trumpet.
Anyway, the lessons that resonate most with me are:
-> The busker offers their gift to whoever is ready
-> They play for all – yet not everyone may like it – they still play
-> They play as a practice – regardless of their mistakes
-> The busker liberates energy and feels alive
-> the person hiding suppresses energy and feels stressed
Guess what – yes, hiding stops us from being seen for our ‘bad’.
BUT, hiding also stops us from being seen for our GIFTS – our passions, strengths, talents etc.
whilst putting frustrated, stressed energy in our body.
There is something to learn all around us when we are ready to look.
And so being inspired by the busker, I ask myself:
-> How can I step even more in the open and share my gifts?
Something to ponder on.
