Our concerts are over and we are very content. We are basking as we delighted the audiences and sent them home with a song in their heart. The 1960's folk music sing-a-long had the audience clapping and singing while they relived the days of their youth. It was so fun to see. The power of music to cure people and to raise their spirits is real.
It is strange how the body adapts to music. We gave everything we had last night to the performance and yet we needed to reserve energy for today's performance. The body does not rest as a second performance in on the horizon. Upon rising in the morning, it did not seem possible for my voice to regroup or to get the necessary energy levels back, but the body adjusts. As soon as the conductor's baton is raised, everything falls into place: The body steps up the plate, the voice raises itself to the appropriate pitch, and the whole body is oriented to the conductor's plan. Quite amazing.
Now that the performances are complete, my body energies are sinking low. I'll sleep well tonight, and tomorrow we'll begin rehearsing for the June 4th Mozart mass.
Most especially, the chorus felt like it had a duty to sing because these songs bring people together. In a divisive political arena, it is important to be reminded that we states are united and indivisible. We are one country. Sometimes, it is best that we perceive ourselves as one united nation that can easily hold individual differences but that we can still like one another in our diversity. After all, this land was made for you and me.
The big question that was raised by these concerts were answered: How can we keep from singing? It seems it is what we have been called to do.
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