I just got back from a voice lesson and I feel like purring. What is it about singing? As a kid I sang in the high school choir, even got to be understudy to the alto lead – then spent the two months before the performance praying for her good health since I was terrified at the thought I might have to actually sing solo.
But harmony? I was happy as a little wren back there in the chorus. Then life happened and I got busy and for the next 30 years, stopped singing. Until I went through a bad patch and woke up one morning thinking, “I need more joy in my life,” which somehow led to the idea of joining a choir. I asked friends for the names of local choirs, jotting the names down here and there and promptly forgetting them. Really, I didn’t have time. Then we were invited to a dinner where we met a choir director who invited me to join his choir. When I ran into him again the next day, he repeated the invitation: Universal Gospel Choir. Which prodded me enough to dig out the names of all those other choirs people had recommended. Every one of them was, Universal Gospel Choir.
I can take a hint. The first time I went to choir practice, I enjoyed it. The second time, I sat in the middle of the alto section thinking, “Something’s going on here.” It felt like not only were we making harmonies of soprano, alto, tenor and bass – beautiful enough. But more, it felt as if every cell of my body was vibrating in harmony with the cells of the singers all around me.
I don’t know if that was actually happening, but I know that the happiness I feel after a choir practice (and in spades after a concert) is profound. As if every cell of my body really has been harmonizing with the cells of everyone around me, and the silly grins on our faces are proof. What a gift!