Simon the poet

feelings from a traveller along life's pathways

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I've travelled; I've lived here and there; always searching for something. And yet perhaps the one discovery of recent years has been the realisation that I have a strong clear voice inside. I listen so much to so many voices, some my own - despairing, angry, frustrated, scared. And I want to achieve so much! But what I'd really like is to reach out to you, call you to listen to your voice. And then who knows what might happen in this crazy world of ours. And I'd like to live on in your thoughts. Share what we have and who we are; what else can we do? We all have such strength and beauty and love - we just have to find the courage to show it - and to share it. Because that's where hope comes from. That's how I can face the future.

Monday, January 03, 2011

singing

By the way, I just noticed how sometimes my blogs are like buses - none for ages, then two together.

This one is just to record that, having missed loads of sing-outs, I actually got roped into our last carol concert - and I'm glad I did. It wasn't just carols (thank goodness) but it was the end of an era - the era of our (now ex-) Chorus Director, who decided to resign recently. It was sad to see another transition, especially the manner of it, but it marks the end of another phenomenon. For a while, our club had been unusual - and perhaps unique - in that all of our previous chorus directors were still involved in the club in some role or other. They have all now left.

Who knows what 2011 will bring? I certainly don't. At times in the last few weeks it's felt a bit like the old joke about a ship staying afloat only because the woodworm are holding hands. Keep holding tight, lads.....and sing while you've still got breath....

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