I didn’t want to write about my recital. It was so perfect in my memory I didn’t want to touch it for fear my words might rewrite the experience. But there was this one moment, this one beautiful moment…
When I made it to the last movement, almost everyone in tears (including myself), I was waiting for my friends to join me on stage. I had asked some of them ahead of time if they could come up, but in the moment only two of them did. I looked up at the audience and felt this fear. What if no one else comes? We can’t end this piece with only three people!
So I took matters into my own hands…literally. I just went up to people with my hands outstretched, eyes pleading, please, please come with me, help me. And every single person did. Till I finally turned around and watched all of The Wild Beast occupants standing together, supporting each other, singing with me.
We heard my mom’s voice and I wished them “Be well.” And that moment…that moment is one of the single most powerful moments of human connection I have ever experienced.
My words can’t do it justice. Here is the link if you’re curious (this moment comes at the end): 7 Stages/Coping
(If you do want to watch and want the program I think it’s helpful to following what’s going on so let me know!)
And the link to my dad’s reaction which was far more eloquently written than my own: May the Circle be Unbroken
Zip-a-dee-doo-dah, zip-a-dee-ay. My, oh my, what a wonderful day…
I can’t hear Zip-A-Dee-Doo-Dah and not think of my dad. When I was trying to think of an idea for Z this song popped in my head and I knew it was time to make a post.
I can perfectly picture my dad belting this song out. I see myself on the street I grew up, warm sunshine, lush green grass, shade from the maple and oak trees. When I was little my dad would carry me on his shoulders and sing. My dad sings a lot. His singing to me as a child is the reason I love sharing songs with my students today. This is how we pass on our folk songs and traditions. This is how we connect generation to generation.
I have a book called “The Fox Went Out On A Chilly Night” and it’s held together by duct tape from decades of use. I take it out to sing with my students and I tell them how my dad used to sing it to me when I was a child like they are now. Their eyes get big and they scoot in closer to listen and join me with the town-o, town-o, town-o parts. Now when I take out this book they exclaim, “This is the song your dad sings you!” It makes me smile every time.
When I sing to my students “One finger, One Thumb” I can hear my dad leading the youth group in our church. Making us all jump up and down, frantically waving our limbs trying to keep up with the words and his enthusiasm. My students always appreciate the songs I love, and I love so many songs because of my dad.
I sing when I’m happy. It’s something I’ve noticed about myself because it’s just a general reaction to happiness, not a planned event. What better song to sing to express happiness than Zip-A-Dee-Doo-Dah? A song that brings me back to my childhood and makes me appreciate the love of music my dad gave to me.
…Plenty of sunshine headin’ my way. Zip-a-dee-doo-dah, zip-a-dee-ay!
I have been nominated by samanthamurdochblog for the 3 Day Quote Challenge. She writes about cats and crystals and is a great person to connect with so you should check out her blog!
The rules for the challenge are as follows:
Post 3 quotes for 3 consecutive days and nominate 3 new blogs each day.
My second award nomination! A big THANK YOU to DAISY IN THE WILLOWS for nominating me for this award that I had not heard of before either! I love the title though, because I love cats (and I have two adorable ones)!
I found Daisy’s blog during the A to Z Challenge in April and continue to be impressed by her writings, her experience, her perspective, and her insight. Not only is she an engaging writer, but she talks about the subjects we really NEED to. She brings awareness to topics other people might avoid, like mental health or environmental awareness (save the animals!) and has a refreshingly honest approach as she ties in her own life. I think a big part of blogging is interacting with other bloggers and Daisy helped inspire this realization as well as boosting my confidence by giving me multiple shout-outs and words of encouragement. Definitely check out her blog!
“You and I are like oil and water and we’ve been trying, trying, trying, oh, to mix it up.”
He’s singing to me on the phone again. We talk everyday and I call him a friend, but I know it feels like more. We get so close and I’m terrified. I look for an escape, any escape, and I find one. A new boy at my first job. We start to date and I assume that will make my feelings go away…
“I’m drinking the ink from my pen and I’m balancing history books up on my head, but it all boils down to one quotable phrase: “If you love something, give it away.”
I haven’t done this in a while because things have been really busy for me, but now that I have a moment it seems like a great time to catch up with some coffee!
If we were having coffee I’d be on my 4th cup today… and I’d like to tell you about my crazy schedule for the last week.
Bennington, VT is where the 81st New England Music Festival took place. Being accepted to perform in this festival was a turning point for me musically.
In 2013 I went to Ghana to study percussion, singing, and dancing with the Hartt Percussion Studio.
While I have many stories from this trip, I will share just one for the A to Z challenge.