30 Days of Gratitude: Day 14

Some of my earliest memories are of sitting around our kitchen table on the farm, the family eating and talking, when one of us would say something that contained a song lyric.  Suddenly, my mom would burst into song with that fragment as a prompt.  We’d all groan and laugh, but it was a great bit and something all the women in our family continue.

My mom, my sister and I all love to sing.  We joined choruses and choirs, sang solos for events, and generally use any excuse to warble.  My friend, Deb, also has a gorgeous voice.  When she and I get together, we crank up the volume to operatic proportions and caterwaul until the walls tremble.  And there’s just nothing as satisfying or as life-affirming for me as driving down a country road, harmonizing with my old rock ‘n’ roll favorites.  I can belt it out with Linda Ronstadt and Bonnie Raitt on a good day.

Singing is energy.  It’s light and love pouring out of my body and into the Universe.  It’s health and delight.  It grounds me.  It’s who I am.

4 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. Kathryn McCullough
    Jul 17, 2011 @ 09:24:39

    How wonderful! Sara and I went to see Mary Chapin Carpenter in concert last night! It was a gloriously good time! I join you in singing the praises of song!


  2. Kitty
    Jul 18, 2011 @ 15:20:09

    I’ll never forget the day that you just started singing… “How can I keep from singing” right in the middle of a meeting. I don’t even know that song, but I can still feel it in my body when I think about that day.


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