I just got really emotional. I have been singing in the choir at St. Mark's for over a year, and enjoying it very much, feeling like I have gradually improved. A couple of weeks ago, the director, Mel, told me he wanted to work with me. I wasn't sure what he meant. Then he called me and asked me to fill in for the Marktets alto part because Julie was going to be gone July 1. I couldn't believe it, it scared me and flattered me but I said yes. So I practiced once before my trip to Arkansas and again tonight and Mel and the group are so encouraging. He told me he would like to work with me for about 6 months and then I would be amazing. Kate, the young soprano who is a voice teacher, was also very encouraging. After an hour, I am hoarse, and I called Ellen.
My emotions? Anger and excitement. Anger because I think a little encouragement from my music major, choir director, singing mother would have made a difference in my life. Yes, I forgive her, and can be grateful for the journey. It is hard to say at this point if I am happy or joyful, so I will just say, excited at the possibilities. Mother used to tell me that I sang flat. Today, I found out that if I correct my vowels, that will be fixed. I didn't realize how deeply buried my desire to sing was. Anyway, I will keep moving forward and praise the Lord!

And now, in May of 2022, I'm on the verge of my second time singing lead with a small group, and have done several solos with the folk choir. Thank you Rusty Rhoad and Northwoods UU!
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