Searching our Archives #2: the Beauty of Music

I have enjoyed visiting & revisiting re-posted posts on Blogs I follow.  They are reposted typically because they have a significance to the Writer, and having the opportunity to read it (again) is a privilege.

I am inspired to do the same; repost something from my archives, once each month this year. Care to join me and celebrate our Pasts together?  If you decide to join in, ping back to this post so I can find you.

Last month, I revisited the idea of Seasons in our lives.  This month, in line with my conversations about Beauty, I relook the role of music in my Life.

After the brush with pneumonia & the long ICU stay in May last year, it took a while to recover the ability to talk.  And sing.  As I struggled to regain control over my vocal chords, I promised myself that once I was better, I would do something more with my voice.  I have since begun singing lessons (with Mom & Dad).  Funnily & happily, the singing exercises have helped my running; using the breathing techniques I learn in our singing sessions, I can control my breathing better which translates into running faster & longer.  Once again, I am reminded of how precious music is.

All things bright and beautiful

This is written in response to Daily Post’s Daily Prompt, Longing

There are times in my life when I feel an inexplicable sense that something isn’t quite right in the universe, a longing for something that I can’t articulate; this is a feeling that Loving Husband has termed my “existential loneliness”.  In these instances, the one thing that I turn to which helps soothe the persistent ache is music.

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Learning to Sing Again

One of the repercussions of the long ICU stay was that I had to relearn many things I previously took for granted, like sitting up without slumping over, eating without choking, walking without feeling like my legs were going to buckle.  Fortunately, these skills were quickly regained, within days of leaving the ICU.

Singing, however, was another matter.  I could barely talk, so singing felt like such a long shot. In the bigger scheme of things, it just didn’t seem all that important. Continue reading “Learning to Sing Again”

Songs to Remember

I went to a David Haas concert this past Friday without really knowing what to expect.  I knew very little about this songwriter but I went along for a ride anyway (read: Older Daughter wanted to go, and I was the Driver).

I was very chuffed to find out that I knew more songs than I’d thought – they are songs I sing in church but without knowing who wrote them.  The evening turned out to be part concert, part worship service; it was a rousing & heart-warming time of singing, praying & raucous laughter (turns out he is a skilled & humorous storyteller!). Continue reading “Songs to Remember”

Analog to Digital: yay or nay?

This week’s Discover Challenge: Analog, has given me much food for thought.  I have considered my own transition from the analog to digital world: what I like, dislike; embraced, rejected;  considered, disregarded.  I considered friends who have very definite analog pursuits like reading print books, listening to vinyl records, scrapbooking vacations & special occasions.  Even closer to home was Older Daughter, who has a long-standing fascination with fountain pens & developed a related interest in calligraphy.

I was very much at a loss to name analog passions I engage in as I came to the realisation that I have embraced many things digital, and in fact, if not for technology, would find it difficult to enjoy many of these activities. Continue reading “Analog to Digital: yay or nay?”

My Journey with Taiko Drumming

Some 10 years ago, Older Daughter & I stood in the atrium of the Esplanade: Theatres by the Bay, mouths agape in wonder as we watched & listened to the rhythms of a taiko drum resonating through us.   This past weekend, we found ourselves at this same venue,  craning our necks through the crowds to watch Hibikiya & Kodo open the Super Japan: Japanese Festival of Arts.  It felt like we had come full circle as we gathered in the outdoor theatre, just a decade later.

It was an evening of incredible taiko drumming: the contrast of the fast-paced modern performance of Hibikiya contrasting with the traditional style of Kodo served to highlight how eclectic the world of Taiko drumming is; and I stand in awe in the realisation that I am part of this proud tradition. Continue reading “My Journey with Taiko Drumming”