Maybe you didn’t take the time to revisit some of your best memories (see yesterday’s post, choosing your dream).
Let me provide you with some of my own. (I spent a thoroughly enjoyable meditation period yesterday, remembering them.) See if these don’t trigger something for you.
I’ve had several great experiences while performing – I’m a classically trained choral singer and soloist.
One of my favorite performances was with a choir called the Karen Schuessler Singers. Their repertoire includes an amazing contemporary choral mass called Missa Gaia: Earth Mass. It was created by jazz musician Paul Winter, and incorporates animal calls into music that’s informed by jazz, world music, Gregorian chant, and gospel.
Missa Gaia is an unbelievable experience for the audience, and it’s even more rewarding for the singers. I’ve performed it at least half a dozen times, and I always choke up when I hear the opening strains of the first piece, “Canticle of Brother Sun,” based on the Canticle of the Sun by St. Francis of Assisi.
(If you’re intrigued, you can order CDs of the mass through the KSS or Living Music websites, above).
How did I feel while performing Missa Gaia? Spiritually connected, jubilant, part of something larger than myself, and emotionally moved.
Another great performing experience was when I was soloist for a jazz vespers service with my church choir in London, Ontario, several years ago. The song in question was Moses Hogan’s arrangement of “Wade in the Water,” a rousing spiritual. I normally have extreme, almost crippling, performance anxiety, but this time I felt very calm and still.
The beautiful church was filled with afternoon light, and the people attending the concert were thoroughly enjoying themselves. I looked out over their smiling faces and I felt powerful, centred, peaceful, and energized.
(See another choir’s version of this awesome work, below.)
Other favorite memories include:
- Recording a CD with my new church choir at the Church of St Timothy, Toronto
- Listening to my father sing church solos
- Listening to my boyfriend (a classical tenor) perform
- Curling up in bed and falling asleep in the arms of my aforementioned boyfriend
- Holding my nephew or niece on my lap, reading bedtime stories
- How I feel after a good work-out
- How I feel after a good yoga session
- The times in my life when I’ve felt free of money worries
- The final days of horrible jobs – when I knew I was soon going to be free
- Movies that make me cry
- Looking at my artwork after I’ve finished it
- Inspirational people I’ve seen on television
- Books that excited or entertained me
Go ahead. Let you mind ramble. Remember what makes you feel most alive. It’s the key to finding your passion…
This post was originally published on my professional organizing blog.
Detail from the art journal spread One flower bowed its head, January 21, 2006. Wax crayon, pencil and collage on paper.