Mel’s Monday Musings: September 23, 2019

Well, here we are at the end of another Monday. 🙂 How are y’all?

Fall is always a busy time of year for us (the kids have their annual checkups, school is in full swing, and I’m currently trying to get my art stuff off the ground, so I’ve got craft shows and projects galore in the works…then add holidays and random events and it can be a little bit overwhelming at times!). I love it though.

Tonight, we went to find out if we (DH & I) could sing with  a local group — rehearsals began this evening for Handel’s “Messiah” and that is one of a handful of works I could never resist. I don’t believe in the particular mythology it’s based on or follow that path, but that doesn’t make the music any less beautiful!

We’re going to be rehearsing weekly (and in private) from now through December. I know it’s “one more thing” to do/commit to, but I love it. I haven’t sung with an official group (aside from once with the Alamo Metro Chorus in San Antonio — my youngest was too young to be ok with the time commitment away from her back then, so I didn’t return to them after the first night) since I was in college.

That was a while ago, y’all. But, one of the pieces we performed with our beloved mountain community choir back then was — yep — the “Messiah.” We’re even using the same edition for this performance, so although we’re singing more of the work with this group than we did last time, a lot of it feels familiar, like coming home.

(Boy, is my poor slow tongue tripping over itself though with some of these sixteenth-and-beyond notes! Singing to the radio is nothing like singing choral music, and I am out of practice. It will come. 🙂 )

I’ve been thinking about creativity lately. A lot of people I know don’t consider themselves creative.

I think that’s bullshit, frankly.

There are so many different shades of creativity in life! You’re not “a non-creative person” just because you can’t or don’t draw, sing, paint, act, or whatever else immediately comes to mind. What about designing games? Or designing houses? What about putting together the perfect outfit with your favorite pops of color, or redecorating your favorite rooms for each season? Creative!

You might have a lot of creative gifts that you’re just not aware of yet — I know that was true for me several years ago. Never in my wildest dreams did I imagine I’d be a crazy artist falling in love with projects and techniques and random crafts every time I turn around.

We’re so hard on ourselves. We categorize ourselves to the point where we don’t feel we can be anything that doesn’t fit inside the edges of our lives that we’ve so carefully delineated. But…as Taylor Swift says in “Innocent,” “Today is never too late to be brand new.”

If you could be/do other than you are, what would you do differently? How might you spend your time?

(Why aren’t you doing that? How can you overcome the things that stand between you and the life you would really like to design and build for yourself?)

Goodnight, friends. Be well.

3 thoughts on “Mel’s Monday Musings: September 23, 2019

  1. I’ve sung with community choruses for years, it’s a stress outlet for me. But the one piece that I really don’t want to do again is Messiah, but that’s probably because I’ve done it so many times in the past. My next concert has a lot of Handel, but it’s all coronation anthems, which are not done as often. Later this year we’re working with our local symphony, and are doing Beethoven’s 9th. I think that might be the piece that I can’t resist.

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    1. I can understand feeling that way. It’s not one I’ve done enough that it’s burnt out. The one I don’t think I could ever tire of even if I had performed it a dozen times is Mozart’s Requiem. Handel is fun though, and in this performance we’re doing a lot of alternate versions that he wrote and not cutting things that don’t get much play.

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  2. I’d certainly do the Mozart Requiem again, and I just did the Verdi Requiem for the first time last year, and I’d do that again, too. Carmina Burana is right on the edge between “Oh, yes, please!” and “Oh, no, not again.”

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