Easter Weekend, my sister got me tickets to attend the Tabernacle Choir and Orchestra at Temple Square Concert. It was a beautiful presentation with the Choir and Orchestra, the Bells, and eight Trumpeters, plus four excellent narrators.
I have not been to many concerts in the Tabernacle as a spectator, and the last time I attended in the Tabernacle I sat where I could only hear the very busy violins. (That was not what I came to hear! To say the acoustics in the Tabernacle are unique is definitely an UNDERSTATEMENT! Sometimes you sit in a place that picks up just certain frequencies. And yet, other seats have a perfectly blended sound.) Anyway, we ended up sitting up in the balcony next to my old section. We actually sat very near to the ladies in the picture above -- my soprano friends! I loved hearing the concert from that very familiar vantage point!
The program featured several songs that I know very well --- "Unfold Ye Portals Everlasting," "In The Garden," and "Worthy Is the Lamb." I couldn't help singing along. (Oh, relax! I did not let my voice rise out of the fabric of the choir sound. Besides, my daughter was there at my elbow ready to give me the signal if ever it did.)
This experience of singing with the choir was an important turning point for me, though. For more than a year, I wondered if I would ever be able to sing again. The heaviness and stress of intense care-giving and ultimate grieving from the death of my husband has weighed me down. I just have not felt like singing. Raising my voice in song with my choir friends and feeling the rush once more of that spirit-filled wonderful sound buoyed me up. It made me want to sing again. Perhaps now I can find my voice!
I have not been to many concerts in the Tabernacle as a spectator, and the last time I attended in the Tabernacle I sat where I could only hear the very busy violins. (That was not what I came to hear! To say the acoustics in the Tabernacle are unique is definitely an UNDERSTATEMENT! Sometimes you sit in a place that picks up just certain frequencies. And yet, other seats have a perfectly blended sound.) Anyway, we ended up sitting up in the balcony next to my old section. We actually sat very near to the ladies in the picture above -- my soprano friends! I loved hearing the concert from that very familiar vantage point!
The program featured several songs that I know very well --- "Unfold Ye Portals Everlasting," "In The Garden," and "Worthy Is the Lamb." I couldn't help singing along. (Oh, relax! I did not let my voice rise out of the fabric of the choir sound. Besides, my daughter was there at my elbow ready to give me the signal if ever it did.)
This experience of singing with the choir was an important turning point for me, though. For more than a year, I wondered if I would ever be able to sing again. The heaviness and stress of intense care-giving and ultimate grieving from the death of my husband has weighed me down. I just have not felt like singing. Raising my voice in song with my choir friends and feeling the rush once more of that spirit-filled wonderful sound buoyed me up. It made me want to sing again. Perhaps now I can find my voice!
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