After a brief leave of absence from my rational and lucid self, I’m beginning to get back to a sense of normalcy.
Last night was the first rehearsal of the choir season. I had thought about skipping it because I’ve been feeling a bit sullen, somber and worn but after some convincing from a wonderful and lovely friend I decided to drag myself there.
I am so glad I went.
As soon as I walked in, I was greeted by smiling and familiar faces that gave me such a great sense of belonging in a very genuine way. No one cared if my hair was perfectly dressed, if my bag matched my shoes, if I had gained or lost weight, or if I was being witty and charming in a nonchalant manner—they simply were happy to see me and I them.
And what a relief it was to sing again!
We’ll be working this season on music by Mary Lou Williams, an accomplished and well-known jazz pianist, composer and arranger who was respected by the likes of Duke Ellington, Louis Armstrong and Benny Goodman—and I must say, it is wonderful. To work on music that really touches my soul and to sing jazz with all those chromatic tones which I so dearly appreciate, it really is the breath of fresh air that I was waiting for.
It feels good to be back.