Breathing in Music and Art

A quick note because it's Friday and I'm not getting on an airplane, moving, packing, driving, finding an ER, filling a prescription, or setting the alarm for 6 a.m. OK, well, maybe just a little unpacking, but that's OK. Anywho, just wanted to comment about breathing, and how you breath in what's around you. So, I'm still grieving that my kids aren't breathing in Spanish sentences and thoughts anymore, and I'm hoping we'll find a way to do that somehow. But here's the upside, they are breathing in music and art. I can't tell you how rich it is around here. Music and art in Des Moines. Music and art in St. John's.

Amanda and Aidan are both in their own choirs, not because they would likely choose to be in a choir. But because that's just what you do when you're here. Amanda's in a girl choir, Aidan a boy choir. Just between you and me, I spied on Aidan once during rehearsal and he was utterly engaged, all wide-eyed and smiling ear to ear as he tried to keep up with the boys around him. If you know Aidan, remember who does not like to talk, you may see the fact of him singing pretty amazing.

So, for this Sunday, both the kids' choirs are singing with the adult choir, and WITH the live orchestra. Imagine it. "Shall We Gather at the River." I wish someone would record it and post it on youtube as I've already got a lump in my throat just thinking about it.

I'll give you a hint at tomorrow's dispatch, you really must come back: What is green and yellow and Bob all over? Another hint: City Bob, Country Bob.

Laters, gators.

Love, T

P.S. Photo above courtesy of my Mom. :-)