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.
SandySue Altered
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!
Kathy
Jul 17, 2011 @ 16:27:07
La!
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.
Jul 18, 2011 @ 19:32:14
Really? Wish I could remember that. I’ll take your word for it though.