It has been so long since I have opened my mouth and sang. I don’t know what has stopped me from doing it.
Well I do.
Nobody wants to sing when their life is filled with darkness I suppose.
That’s why I surprised myself last night.
I was in my usual auditorium where the acoustics are brilliant and the fans appreciative (on my own in the shower) and I had this sudden urge to open my mouth and sing. So I succumbed.
And it was great. Although I didn’t sing very loudly, it felt good to run over the notes and melodies and let my soul soar right along with it.
Oddly enough, the first song that came into my head was this one (sung beautifully by Donny Osmond)
Maybe the universe was trying to tell me something. Maybe my subconscious was reminding me of the time in high school when I was learning this as part of our school production before I catching pneumonia and never having the opportunity to continue with the play. I don’t know. Either way, the sense of release and beauty unleashed by my voice was beyond wonderful. This morning, I have downloaded the full sheet music of it so I can sing some more.
Apart from my vocal shower antics, I have had a fairly productive week.
Next weekend is our local Show and I have been preparing entries to put in. Last night I finished the hand stitching on this table runner. I’m particularly proud of this piece because I made it without using a pattern.
I also finished up some other items to enter.
I’m not really expecting too much because I have difficulty in sewing straight lines but the sense of satisfaction in completing these has been wonderful. Once the show is over, I am giving them to my mother to put on her market stalls. Although I am very taken with the table runner and just may keep it for myself.
In other news, I have been back eating well and as a wonderful bonus of my good eating, I have watched the scales drop another kilogram. However, my good work has been a little undone over the past couple of days because I caved into my oldest grand daughter’s suggestions when she spent the day with us on Wednesday to do some baking. What can I say? I love my own cooking. lol
I have been good however and still juicing, making smoothies, cooking up lots of vegetable dishes and drinking lots of water and herbal teas.
I feel good within myself. Let’s just hope that my doctor (who I am seeing shortly for a full physical) feels the same way. 🙂
So that is another week almost done and dusted.
For those of you wondering, my son is still not doing great. He is a work in progress however. Concrete decisions have been made about his move back near to us and he should be back within the next two months. That is one good thing.
My daughters (and one grandchild) are flying down to be with him for his birthday as well so that has made him a very happy young man and given him something to look forward to.
So on this beautiful Saturday morning I am blessed. The sun is shining. The wind has died off (thank goodness) and the sky is blue. The birds are singing and chirping (apart from the silly pee wee who flew into the front window thinking his reflection was another bird) and my water feature is bubbling away merrily.
Life is good.
Each day that I get through adds to my 100% strike rate.
And I am going to sit at the piano this afternoon and play and sing. 🙂