To Sing is to Cleanse

I sing in a trio with two other women in my local community.  We practice on Tuesday nights for two to three hours.  That commitment and time spent together has bonded us like sisters (or closer) since we first began singing together.  We laugh.  We cry.  We share.  We whine.  We complain.  We rejoice.  We tease each other.  We boss each other.  We lift each other up in ways that nothing else comes close.  I've told them things I'd never tell anyone else.  There's this unspoken sense of trust, an easiness with them, loyalty and acceptance -- all rolled into one.  When one falls, the others are there to catch her.

Our unconditional love for each other and the time we spend singing is nothing short of cathartic.  I may arrive dirty, tarnished, stained or soured, but I leave their presence cleansed.  Renewed.  Energized.  I'm blessed to have their friendship and influence in my life.  .

Our love for music 

is the thread 

that weaves 

our hearts 

into one.

We are one through music.

This picture was taken at a little country church 

where we sang together one Sunday morning.  

As we entered the sanctuary early that morning 

to practice and warm up our voices, 

my eyes spied this lovely little table with the Bible, 

the morning sun washing over it with a golden glow

from the huge window at the front of the church.  

The scripture I've added was a part of the artwork 

that graced the bulletin for that morning's service.

Fitting and relevant, 

it has become 

a favorite.