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Thank you so much for taking the time to visit. Hope you enjoy your stay. I blog here whenever I feel the need. This blog was created at the time my memoir came out, in February, 2009. Its motto was: creating a life of inner peace and self-acceptance from the depths of despair. Now, my focus is sharing this journey we call life.
“Only one thing is more frightening than speaking your truth, and that is not speaking it.” Naomi Wolf
“We are called human beings, not human doings.” Wes Nisker, Buddhist teacher
“It is not the critic who counts; not the man who points out how the strong man stumbles, or where the doer of deeds could have done them better. The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena, whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood; who strives valiantly; who errs…(And) if he fails, at least fails while daring greatly.” Theodore Roosevelt
Thursday, March 4, 2010
First, I learned chords on a guitar so I could accompany myself. That parlayed into group sing-a-longs. Next, I took singing lessons, where I discovered that if I tried to sing solo, I became paralyzed with fear. Now, I am singing with a trio at retirement communities on a regular basis, both solos and group songs, and the stage fright has disappeared.
One of my childhood dreams was to be part of a girl group: The Ronettes (Be My Baby), Peter, Paul, and Mary, I didn't care which one. But the one song I've wanted to sing since the Teddy Bears made it popular is To Know Him Is to Love Him. Dolly Parton, Linda Ronstadt and Emmylou Harris did a beautiful rendition of it in the 70s (I think), with exquisite three-part harmony. My trio is doing that song now, with me singing melody and the other two doing high and low harmony. My heart does a happy dance inside my chest every time we sing it.
I'm not sure what it is about doing something we wanted to do as children, but I don't think we should let those dreams die. I never tried to live a dream of being a professional singer. Thank goodness, because I'm no way good enough. But doing it this way, non-professionally, with other friends who love to sing, is so soul-satisfying.
What childhood dreams did you have? What would it mean to live one out?