So far my Christmas season has been full of singing. Last Saturday Tom and I sat at the Box Factory for the Arts, a 100+ year old building renovated into a haven for artists. Four cabaret singers from Chicago, two men and two women, made the journey around the lake to come and sing for us. It was a soup supper with wonderful cheese and bread and pasteries for dessert.
As I sat there listening to their Christmas songs, I thought again about how the walls of this old building would feel - if they could feel. In its early days of serving as a factory, Saturday evenings were dark and quiet. Now music and creativity echo around its old wooden beams and the building feels warm and happy.
A week later, last night, Tom and I went to University of Notre Dame to attend a performance of the Men's Glee Club. First we had a delicious dinner at the Inn on campus and then we made our way to the theater. It was the first time I had attended an event in this relatively new performance building. It was cold and raining and it felt good to sit in this remarkable building and listen to these young men sing so beautifully while the storm raged outside.
This morning I went to church and listened to a visiting choir sing Handel's "Messiah". It was a small group in a modest church - but the sound was incredible. Tears ran down my face during the "Hallelujah" chorus - it was just so beautiful.
I love to sing, but have put it aside for the last few years while I dealt with difficult personal times. Perhaps it is time to take it up again in some way.
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