We listened to choir music last night. It lifted me and shifted me around. I closed my eyes, and I was back in the Duomo... walking through the marketplace in Budapest... singing in Coventry Cathedral... so many places. So many memories that I never knew at the time would be kept so close to my heart. It's not really the memories I hold close, it's just the feelings. The goosebumps. The shivers.
Tonight, I'm going to see the Spring Concert of my choir. I call it "mine," because I do feel such a strong connection to it still. After nine years in it, I suppose I should feel a connection. I hope to at least get one shiver. One tingle. Just that will make it all worthwhile.
And till then, I will listen to the Cantique de Jean Racine till I can bear its beauty no more.
I wish my choir CD still worked. I scratched it up by carrying it around too much. :^(
Labels: general, self-assessment
posted by Jennifer at 5/12/2006 09:57:00 AM