Busy weekend, again, but a good busy. Stake Conference, with some really uplifting Stake Training. Good pointers and just a loving spirit. Helped me refocus on what matters about Primary: loving the kids and making sure they know that they're loved. Also got some great program ideas. I was all fired up afterwards. If I can just keep that fire burning long enough....
Then choir and conference afterwards. Some good talks, some interesting thoughts, but what gets me every time? The music. We weren't perfect (boy weren't we, there were a couple cringe moments) but we sang from the heart and I think people felt us. They were listening with their spiritual ears and heard only angels. (At least that was the feedback I got).
That evening, the bonus prize to end all bonus prizes: Ecumenical Choir Practice. Once a year in our little tiny village an Ecumenical Choir is put together and a Christmas Contata performed. We have some great talent hiding away here, and we have lots more people like me: ok voices, no training, a love of music, and a love of God. And it's beautiful.
The cantata this year is great, and one song? Made me cry. We're sightreading our way through it and I just got all choked up. Had to stop singing for a few bars before I could continue. Isn't music great? I've always been a great lover of music. I love to listen to it and experience it, but a million times more rewarding is creating it. Too bad I didn't get much talent in that area, but that never stops me. I think I'll be finding more choir opportunities the older I get. It just lifts me up, fills me with light and energy and hope. There is nothing that pulls me out of a depression more than combining my instrument with others in praise and joy. There are days that I yearn to be back in high school, blowing away on the saxophone, mixing my sounds with those around me to create something magical. I toy with getting a flute or something and teaching myself the basics, but who would I play with? One of my great regrets about the area we live in is the lack of any band. I get a low grade itch to pick up and move into a school zone with a decent band program. I have to remind myself that my children are not me and wait to see where their talents and interests lie. Who knows, maybe they'll be killer volleyball players or fiddlers and this place with suit them perfectly.
But for me, it's all about the music.
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