Finding my Zen

Do I look serene? I’d like to think so… Although I thought I might, I clearly wasn’t ready to start practicing this week. At least not singing. But I DID start to meditate, which has proven to be a game changer. I joined, at the invitation of my dear...

One step at a time
(10 weeks in)

I thought I might be on a roll last week; I talked of emerging from a cocoon, butterfly-like. I had grand plans that I would begin practicing bit by bit. Maybe even start gently: ten minutes. Fifteen minutes. Twenty minutes. I had one day where I spent some time doing...

Re-emergence

Wake me up when it’s spring (my garden: May 14, 2020) I just got tired of titling what had become a weekly “in isolation” series in relation to, well, isolation.* I’m sick of it. You’re sick of it. We’re all sick of it. And...

Singing in Isolation, Part VIII
Keeping Still

Some days it’s about all we can do to keep our heads above water. Other days, we feel an inkling of hope. Often it’s in the stillness that we are able to hear the voice of truth inside of us. I heard a quote last night that resonated with this very...

Singing in isolation,
Part VI: Digging Deep

It’s a time of excavation. Everything is lying dormant in this Time of COVID, like the earth in my garden awaiting the promise of spring. Many of my students, who would normally be making final preparations for their graduating recitals and final oral exams at...