I'm singing again and I didn't imagine, even three years ago, that I'd be doing the things that I'm doing with my voice now. I just couldn't figure out how, when I lived in the most remote town in the lower 48, life would ever lead me back to music.
Serendipity, I guess, exists and is stranger than fiction. I moved to a place where an old music friend lived, AND happened to direct a decent choir. I'm not sure if that's luck or the over-hyped law of attraction (if so, then there are lots of other things coming my way if that stuff is true), but here I am singing.
Tomorrow, I have a sweet solo at the big morning service; I'm singing Mozart's Laudate Dominum. Finding a place to breathe in this thing is really tricky. If it turns out half decent I'll let you all know.
In a month, I have a huge solo with a string quartet that promises to be sublime in its Haydn baroque overload. It is also an evensong service with tons of early music, including a killer Tudor anthem and a Magnificat and Nunc Dimittis by Orlando Gibbons, who was and still is a genius.
To bring it back around to my title, my reintroduction to performing music has been a total love fest, a shocking, passionate affair that has been fairly consuming. I do this for free. Even if I eventually got paid, I would still do it for free. So no matter what happens tomorrow morning, I will be grateful for the opportunity to share myself with people and hope that that's what comes through, even if my technique is still being polished. I am sounding alright. I am sure, by the next month's solo, that I will sound like I know what I am doing (I sort of do now). I'm no impostor, nor am I a rank amateur; I've done this before. It's just strange putting it all back together again after so long.
I love nature and I love hiking, but this...singing, music...is my paramour. Doing it again is the best Valentine's Day gift I could ever receive.
UPDATE: The solo went well (save one teeny, tiny spot that went unnoticed by most). I'm not complaining, though. It came off better than I thought it would--the choir was really on considering our diminished numbers this morning. Many people came up to me after and were profuse in their compliments. I doesn't get better than that. I must have done something good.