I played violin and studied music as a young boy, and last year began practicing guitar and resuming my studies in music a month short of my 57th birthday. It is from that perspective from which I ruminate and chronicle my musical journey. Thoughts, feelings, and ideas meander without purpose unless they are committed to some form of expression. I consider myself lucky that I have two creative outlets from which my intellectual and emotional energy flows, namely music and writing. Words alone are not enough to express the depths at which my most inward-looking meditations pant for unfettered release into the wilds of humanity. To harbor a feeling of profound uncertainty without the means for its release is a lonely place to call…