Hello All, I’m sorry for the long silence on my side of the blogging publication lately. I hoped you enjoyed Rhett’s sermon in my absence. I’m probably biased, but I really thought it was very good. Anyway, there’s been no shortage of happenings in our lives lately; and I’ve even had enough time to write about it all, but I’ve needed to spend some time in my head and heart before I started processing things through my fingers and onto the screen.
Yesterday was a really wonderful day. Weirdbird and L were both ordained to the transitional deaconate. L was ordained in Washington (state, not D.C.) and WB was ordained at St. Lukes, Durham. I was able to be at WB’s ordination in body, as well as in spirit, but my thoughts and prayers were very much with L also.
At WB’s ordination I served as cantor/litanist. That means I sang. I used to sing a lot – even majored in singing in college, but I found that (for me, at least) singing for its own sake is a lonely, even selfish use of time. It’s not fulfilling and I could go the rest of my life without singing as a performance again. I wouldn’t miss it. But it’s really nice to be able to participate in the big events in the lives of people I particularly love and admire. It doesn’t happen often – maybe once every year or two years? I don’t keep track. But anyway, today I was honored and deeply humbled to be allowed to take part in one of the seminal events in WB’s journey into priesthood.
There’s a good bit of anxiety that comes along with singing at the important events of loved ones’ lives. I don’t sing much anymore. I don’t have a teacher; and I never, ever practice. Singing is like any other physical activity. What you don’t exercise regularly will turn into blubber and mush. That’s usually how I feel about my voice. Blubber and mush. People say very kind things to me, so maybe I don’t hear myself accurately; but I do really want to give my very best because I know how important these events are, both in their lives and in the lives of the other loved ones gathered around them.
My sister is getting married on December 27 of this year, and she wants me to sing Ave Maria – the Schubert one, not the Gounod. That’s a commonly sung piece of music, and it’s commonly butchered. It’s deceptively tough because while the range is somewhat small, the tessitura sits right in the soprano break; also, there’s a tendency to go on autopilot and either let it get ploddy, or worse, not keep the sound supported with the air it really needs. I’m particularly bad about that these days because since I’m not all that practiced, I’m a bit shy. I don’t feel confident that the sound will be pretty, so I don’t want to let it get too loud; thus, I am overly stingy with breath. Being stingy with breath is a bad thing. First it leads to ugly singing, then to passing out. Frankly, I’m more concerned about the former than the latter of those two.
I’ll be back in a little while to talk some more about the big stuff that’s been going on/has happened recently. Topics to look forward to include Daniel’s baptism, the status of my journeys into “art,” and the car saga. For now, I must prepare to face the day.
Many blessings,
Em
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