Tuesday, August 26, 2014

Season of change

I feel the cool fall falling down around me. Huddled up in the embrace of my two warm children, in the comfort that only they have been able to provide I have found the solace that reassured me this winter would not be bad. That's when it hit me...it's looking like an Indian Summer.

Monday, August 18, 2014

The Wonder

The kids and I were talking about singing tonight. Ireland, apparently, is going to be in the school choir. I was trying to explain the difference of singing from the head and singing from the diaphragm and what a huge impact someone's real voice can have.

To further articulate my point I went to the speakers and called on my old friend, Stevie. I played "Ngiculela - ...I am singing", in which the climax of the song has some of the best vocal work I've ever heard. Pure energy and love. And I danced around with my baby girl singing it to her because the words are also so pure and good. 

As I set her down, Sis's eyes filled up with tears, and I asked "what's wrong!?"

She looked up at me from above the rims of her glasses and said, "I'm just so sad that he is blind" (meaning Stevie Wonder, of course). I smiled and said, "I know, beautiful, but perhaps that is one of the reasons that he is so in tune with everythig else, and can sing such a beautiful song so well."

I love this girl so much is hurts.