Dear Choristas,
During this time when we are not singing together in person, here is a place to post things, to make a kind of journal of this time of keeping our hearts connected while respecting the wisdom in meeting in maintaining what I'm calling a Non-Local Energetic and Spiritual Connection.
Please use the comment function to comment, or to leave links to articles you like or youtube songs you want us to hear. And if you have a photo, drawing, poem or song you create that you want to post, send it to me via email and I will post it.
I may post other poetry or other things that turn up, created by people outside of chorus. But I would love to be swamped by chorista creations! To start us off, here is a beautiful poem that three different choristas have sent us this week.
During this time when we are not singing together in person, here is a place to post things, to make a kind of journal of this time of keeping our hearts connected while respecting the wisdom in meeting in maintaining what I'm calling a Non-Local Energetic and Spiritual Connection.
Please use the comment function to comment, or to leave links to articles you like or youtube songs you want us to hear. And if you have a photo, drawing, poem or song you create that you want to post, send it to me via email and I will post it.
I may post other poetry or other things that turn up, created by people outside of chorus. But I would love to be swamped by chorista creations! To start us off, here is a beautiful poem that three different choristas have sent us this week.
Pandemic
by Lynn Ungar 3/11/20
What if you thought of it
as the Jews consider the Sabbath--
the most sacred of times?
Cease from travel.
Cease from buying and selling.
Give up, just for now,
on trying to make the world
different than it is.
Sing. Pray. Touch only those
to whom you commit your life.
Center down.
And when your body has become still,
reach out with your heart.
Know that we are connected
in ways that are terrifying and beautiful.
(You could hardly deny it now.)
Know that our lives
are in one another’s hands.
(Surely, that has come clear.)
Do not reach out your hands.
Reach out your heart.
Reach out your words.
Reach out all the tendrils
of compassion that move, invisibly,
where we cannot touch.
Promise this world your love--
for better or for worse,
in sickness and in health,
so long as we all shall live.
by Lynn Ungar 3/11/20
What if you thought of it
as the Jews consider the Sabbath--
the most sacred of times?
Cease from travel.
Cease from buying and selling.
Give up, just for now,
on trying to make the world
different than it is.
Sing. Pray. Touch only those
to whom you commit your life.
Center down.
And when your body has become still,
reach out with your heart.
Know that we are connected
in ways that are terrifying and beautiful.
(You could hardly deny it now.)
Know that our lives
are in one another’s hands.
(Surely, that has come clear.)
Do not reach out your hands.
Reach out your heart.
Reach out your words.
Reach out all the tendrils
of compassion that move, invisibly,
where we cannot touch.
Promise this world your love--
for better or for worse,
in sickness and in health,
so long as we all shall live.