Finding My Voice
If you’ve been following me since the old blog then you know that I used to be part of a traveling Christian music group that retired in 2015. At that time I was physically and emotionally drained for a number of reasons that matter little now. So, after the last Mass the group did together, I gave myself permission to take a break. Prior to that group I had been singing with a group in some form for over 20 years. So it was a bit strange to not be part of anything at that point, but I truly needed that break.
Now that it’s been over a year I feel rested, refreshed and renewed. The feelings I had when we were done have pretty much faded away. And I have been finding myself ready to jump back into singing in some fashion again. I didn’t want something with the same type of commitment level, but I have felt a strong pull to do something.
I found the perfect solution at one of the churches we used to sing at with our old group. They have a Women’s Ensemble that rehearses twice a month and leads music at liturgy once a month. Jackpot! There was a small audition process that I passed with flying colors and now I have found myself part of a group again for the first time in over a year.
The first rehearsal I was still in headcold haze, so I didn’t feel much. I hardly could sing because my voice still wasn’t quite back. So while it felt nice to be doing it, I didn’t feel what I was expecting to. But at the second rehearsal – boom. My cold was gone, the music started to come together, I was even asked to sing a solo at our first Mass. While singing the piece I have the solo in I felt my soul come alive. My heart felt light and free. My voice was back – and I’m not just talking about back from my headcold. I think I lost my voice somewhere along the way in all that I went through last year. But it’s still there. I just had to find it – and in the process I found myself. I can’t wait to sing at Mass this weekend. I’m back. I’m home. I’m happy.