I’ve been away singing for the weekend. Choir singing isn’t a spectator sport. It sounds nice and all from outside but it’s not comparable to standing in amongst the other voices, your body resonating to the notes you are making; the same notes reinforced by the other voices in your section and then intertwining with the other sections to create a fat, soaring sound that you are an intrinsic part of. Then, when it really comes together, your body starts to move, layers peel away and you stand with your heart exposed and held within the sound.
At choir last night those who went away for the weekend relived the fun from the weekend – dance moves, silliness and harmonies. Such fun and pure life. I feel very thankful to Stephen, Rachel and Seka for guiding the space and sharing their songs. And a big thankyou to Elly who organised it all, insisting that I go, knowing how good it would be. She was so right. Saturday night was almost indescribable, a room full of people dancing and singing while people took turns belting out favourites on the piano. Home is where the heart is but every now and then it is nice to get away and experience something different, so delicious and true.
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