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Singing lessons

I've recently met a gentleman that loves to sing. His enthusiasm and energy is contagious. Now I've been singing for almost my whole life. I recall memorizing all the songs from a TV program on PBS called, The Song Bag, with host Tony Saletan.

I'd sing in the house, the car (which my older brother loved, not!) and I'd even sing as I played on my swing set as a child. I'd imagine that if I sung loud enough, then the people in the village might be able to hear me - and answer back with their own tune.

For the life of me, I don't recall a major time in my life where I was not singing. I sang to my kids when they were babies, I sang in various bands, and even today I sing in church each Sunday.

Somewhere along the way though I think my start of singing for the fun of it might have become a little fuzzy or perhaps the fact that my work did not have space for music had me set it on the back burner for a while.

But music is not meant for the back burner.
Music lifts my heart and I hope helps to lift the hearts of those within earshot of my singing.

Several years ago I painted the words to this hymn around the walls of my living room...

My life flows on in endless song; above earth's lamentation,
I hear a sweet, tho' far-off hymn that hails a new creation;
Thro' all the tumult and the strife I hear the music ringing;
It finds an echo in my soul - 
How can I keep from singing?


The truth is, no matter what might try to silence it, I cannot keep from singing. My new friend that was estranged from music for many years tells me every week...
"Keep singing your songs and telling you stories and you'll do just fine."
Music is a powerful force, but one that does more mending than can be measured.

No matter where you go, your car, your house and out in your yard; keep on singing.                                 

 If I hear your tune, I'll sing one right back and hope it is fine for you to hear too.

Comments

Bill said…
I'll sing with you (and so will Olivia)
Tara Lamont said…
Bill and Olivia,
Anytime my friend!
Vicar Tara

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