It is such a loaded word – such an emotional word.
I have had to say goodbye to many people and places over my life, and it is never easy. Sometimes the goodbyes have been self-imposed, such as when I chose to leave a soul-draining workplace. Most people would advise that one should never leave a job without gaining a new one first, but circumstances can dictate otherwise. Sometimes rest and emptiness is needed if one needs to think carefully before another step is taken. The sensation of release is palpable and always filled with a sense of great relief mixed with trepidation.
New beginnings. New people. New places and faces. These will come. But one must be strong enough to leave behind the former ways first. One must constantly learn to die to oneself again and again. It is a recurring pattern, and we are always left with the evolving person who looks back at us in the mirror. We must always ask that person – who do you want to become?
Continue reading “Saying Goodbye… and Dancing”
“Happy birthday to me, happy birthday to me, happy birthday to me-eeeee,
happy birthday to me!”
On 6 December 2018 I launched this blog, The MuSinger, and while I know that I have not hit the jackpot as far as subscriber numbers go, or followed all of the rules of ‘successful blogging’, whatever that means, I have enjoyed producing articles for you over the past year!
Every time I write and publish a post, there is that little voice within me that wonders what people will think, if I will get any ‘likes’, or whether my words make a difference at all, but that is not the point. As much as I respect the views of my readers, none of these things matter one jot.
Every blogger will tell you that they started their blog because they wanted to make some sort of difference to improve the world, to express themselves via their writing, or talk about whatever their passion is. They wanted to do something creative, to forget their boring job, or to just be able to touch people’s lives in some meaningful way. I was, and still am, no different in pursuing such goals, one year on.
Continue reading “Happy First Birthday, MuSinGer!”
It is spring! My absolutely hands-down, stunningly beautiful favourite time of the year. The tax return is done, we are coming out of hibernation, and humanity (at least in my part of the world) can begin to feel our toes again after the numbing pain of winter. The earth begins to warm, the birds are chirping a little more loudly, and people are smiling as they walk down the street (yes, actually smiling – or at least I think I see a little twitch in their faces). Nature has grabbed us by the hand and is saying, “Let’s go out to play!”.
Spring is synonymous with cleansing and cleaning. We find the energy to toss out what no longer
serves us, and inspired by the new growth we see in our environment, we also
want to begin again.
So I was recently clearing out my desk at home, and I
cannot begin to tell you how satisfying it is to… well… rip up the carp that
had accumulated there. (Note: I deliberately used ‘carp’ instead of
that other word because this is a clean, safe blog, and I don’t want to swear,
but I think you know what word I really mean,
Continue reading “The Cleansing”
I believe that every singer has a little rebel living
inside them. In fact, I would encourage
every singer to find that little rebel as soon as they possibly can. Why?
Well let me first explain who that little rebel
is. Rebels generally have a bad
reputation – think James Dean, surly, possibly chain-smoking (please, please do not ever smoke or give up
if you do – it kills!), reckless, anti-social, maverick, and
unorthodox. But the music rebel I am referring to can actually be a great asset for
singers and musicians.
Continue reading “Be a (Music) Rebel – A Cure for Singer’s Blah”
All singers, whether you are a professional, hobbyist, or volunteer, will encounter times when creating music just won’t come easily for various reasons. The most obvious reason will be because of an emotional event that has happened to us or someone we know. This has happened a few times for me when asked to sing at funerals or weddings (yes, weddings – a happy event, but one filled with high expectations!).
The most challenging time was when I was asked to sing
at the funeral of a woman I had known at church for many years. She was an amazing lady who struggled with
health issues all of her life, but was as sharp as a tack and lived her life
with wit, humour, and determination.
When her family asked that I and another person sing at her funeral, I
knew that of course I had to do it, even though my guts were churning. You see, that was the first time I had to
sing at a funeral – ever.
Continue reading “How to Sing When You Don’t Feel Like It (or Can’t)”
I have just emerged from watching a beautiful
television series which left me beaming with peace, happiness, hope, and
optimism after every episode, but still somewhat tinged with sadness. That television can be the cause of such joy
is a refreshing and rare experience in our time, as most of what we see on ‘the
tube’ can leave us feeling empty, angry, depressed, fearful, and constantly questioning
ourselves in a world of endless comparison.
But not this time.
Continue reading “How a TV Show Gave Me Hope”
No, not fifteen, but one and five.
There are so many things in life that we want to get
to, right? We keep being told that we
need to do X amount of exercise each
day or week, eat this or that, accomplish a specific chore, check off to-do
lists, and on and on and on. We can
sometimes sit back and realise that it is just all too much, so we end up doing
nothing at all!
One morning as I was going through my twenty minutes of
time allocated for stretches – essential
for singers and anyone wanting to stay
flexible! – I thought just that: it is
all too much. Twenty minutes is
nothing, but my brain was on already on fast forward leaping into the
activities of the day. I was not in the
moment. Naturally, my focus became
scattered, my stretches ended up looking like some pitiful 1970’s dance, and to
top it all off my stomach was grumbling for some breakfast. Enough already!
Continue reading “One, Five”