I loved trying to make a whirlpool in a swimming pool. Hordes of kids would all band together and move in unison around and around the pool backwards while rowing with our arms to create a current. If we tried hard enough the momentum would take over and we'd be swept away to float and swirl drawn by the water we stirred.
That magical moment happens in choir at times. Sometimes when I sing my voice melds with the others creating this beautiful swirling feeling, much like Charlie Brown's first kiss (4 minutes into the clip). I revel in those moments.
Today we sang for the Bishop, the choir director (former Broadway etc etc etc professional) organized an incredible concert in the afternoon and then I went on to learn more about Gregorian chanting. All in all a very musical day.
During the performance tears started rolling down my face as the theme of one of the songs touched me. It brought forth memories of the bomb, the last hug he gave me (that I asked for) and him saying "It will be okay. We both have a lot of life to live."
Kathleen let go let go let go let go let go let go let go let go let go let goooooooooooooooooooooo.
