Singing, singing, learning this music for the Virtual Choir 6 Feeling the shame spiral because I did my habitual thing and waited until the day before to really dive into the music. I remember (again) that the way you do anything is the way you do everything, and behind my procrastination there was the perfectionist, just trying to find the perfect time. Well…now is the time. With my kids out of the house I have quiet. I can record this music. If only I can get it perfectrightdone. Yeah, Lorien, just get it done.
Today at the NaPoWriMo site, the prompt encouraged us to write a poem inspired by our favorite kind of music. I have pretty eclectic musical taste, and I’m not sure I could choose a single genre…but let’s see what happens.
A tone, droning from a singing bowl, my own voice singing counterpoint; I like this sound. My voice singing along with my guitar playing and (even though I’m self-taught) I like this sound. Drumming. Singing the elements, enjoying the rhythm. Enjoying my voice. I like this sound. Mystical chimes, the sweetest, childlike strains, and my voice humming softly along; I like this sound. Come to think of it, I do have a favorite kind of music: My music.
The voice clearly said Bring your guitar and sing them the song. And she shook her head, thinking, No way. But the voice repeated Bring your guitar, and sing them the song. They went back and forth a few more times, until she acquiesced. She brought her guitar, she sang them the song. And then silence… So she asked the voice Why would you have me sing if they didn’t even acknowledge the song? And the voice said, It’s not about them, darling, It’s about how you relate to yourself when you step outside your box and let your voice be heard. Now, keep singing.
So many choices in each moment.
What to create?
Is it time to rest?
To sew? I choose to sing.
I record my voice and listen.
I like the way it sounds,
so I keep going.
I’m learning something
about creativity and pleasure, trusting myself in the process.
When he talks
it is so often about
the collapse of the monetary system
and greedy big pharma…
I listen, because there aren’t many who will…
but I feel myself growing heavy and depressed,
thinking about all that is wrong with the world,
all that is dark and evil and unjust.
But then we pick up our guitars…
We sing about
and I feel light, I have fun.
I can see he is having fun too,
he is smiling.
It’s clear to me, then,
what we should do: We should keep singing.