What a sleepy morning. The house is as quiet as it's ever been. The light coming in through the windows is muted by the rain clouds that seem to have taken a liking to the space above us. This winter has been far more cold and rainy than it normally is, but I realized a few days ago, it hasn't bothered me at all. In years past, Februaries would find me complaining to my clients and grocery store checkers anytime there were clouds in the sky for two consecutive days. This is just one of several changes I've seen in myself lately, and is probably the one I understand the least.
I met with my new voice instructor for the second time yesterday and had such an encouraging lesson. I'm beginning to discover this new technique that smooths out the bridge between chest and head voice, and also adds a new richness to the entire range. I'm singing more throughout my days than I have in a long time. I fear that my cat is not nearly as enthralled about my renewed pursuit of performing music as I am. When I sing loudly, her ears point backwards, and when I dance, she puffs up and thinks I'm trying to hurt her. To her defense, my dancing is neither graceful nor well-coordinated. I like to call my newest move "a mole digging in a hole", which involves alternating upward elbow swings and a lot of jumping.
I wish I could think of more to write about. I'm taking requests . . .
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Oh Sarah. I think you should post your dance moves on your blog - like this one: www.dailydancer.com
That would really spike your site traffic. Seriously!
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