singing

I enjoy singing. I always have and I probably always will. I was in Madrigals in High School, I think I made it by default just because I was a first tenor but as we sang, I started to fall in love even more with music and sining. I am now singing in our ward choir, I have been asked to join another choir and we have a double quarter (or so) in my rotary club where I sing. I just got back from singing. I enjoy that and I enjoy the camaraderie. It brings disparate people together with a common cause, (well, Rotary already does that, but I think those of us singing are even more disaprate that our club, not that it's a bad thing, it isn't but we have some unique people and personalities) and we have fun doing it together. I really love Christmas and the songs that accompany this generally happy season. I love singing about my Best Friend and praising Him in my own feeble way. I have been sad to see that none of my 6 kids have taken a serious liking yet to singing. My youngest took voice over the summer and improved so much and she, I think, is going to take choir next semester, but she will be the only one with whom I can share something that is to intimate and important to me. I am sad, truly sad, that I can't share this passion I have with more of my children. Oh well, they have made their choices and are doing well. I wish I could play the guitar but, alas, I am stuck with just the piano and radio... I am amazed at how talented my kids are who write songs (I am NOT built that way) and music to to with them. I tried once but didn't really pursue it. I have written poetry, enjoy it, but it doesn't leave me as fulfilled as singing. Singing free my soul, lifts my soul, calms my soul, brings joy to my soul, puts a smile on my face. Of all the things I enjoy in this world, I think singing is one of my very top favorites. Singing touches me. I love singing.