Oh Meg…this beautiful piece of writing hit me deep in the gut…in a good way. I was one of those choir kids you described. Voices harmonizing together during early and late practice times and on stage and in the park or the mall or a friend’s living room…fed my soul. I miss that community making of art and beauty SO MUCH. Solitary creating has been sustaining me as a stay-at-home and homeschool mom the last 11 years, but I long for collaboration and connection and harmony. I’ve been considering a paid subscription to your substack, I’ve never done anything like that before, but this post really stirred me and I subscribed this morning! I decided it is an investment in growing my creativity this year…and also some support for one of the creative lights that have guided me through some pretty difficult times (you🙂). Although we don't really know each other, I’ve been a fan since your blogging days and first started sewing after taking your Craftsy course on sewing with knits!
Again and again, as I’m reading your Instagram posts I am surprised to find that we are travelling such similar terrain…homeschooling, sewing, knitting, teaching, writing, literature degrees, caring for a parent with Alzheimer’s, navigating a challenging diagnosis (my son has autism/adhd…very different from being a heart mama but it has certainly cracked me open wide) and being choir kids. I love how you’ve found a way to reconnect with that part of yourself through your kids and I’m so looking forward to reading what you write this year. Maybe it will inspire me to dust off the children’s songwriting workshop I wrote a few years ago or pick up my guitar and my pen, learn a new song with my kids, or just smile to read such good, heartfelt, gritty and thoughtful words…thank you!
Oh Jenny, please move to my neighborhood so we can harmonize and stitch together! Thank you for being here virtually, and I look forward to connecting with you more deeply.
You carried me back to Madrigal days. Both exhausting and exhilarating they are favorite memories. Just a few days ago I was listening to Pie Jesu and can close my eyes and hear your voice. I can still recall your telling of singing O Magnum Mysterium in the dark at a choir retreat. Touched the sacred.
Oh Meg…this beautiful piece of writing hit me deep in the gut…in a good way. I was one of those choir kids you described. Voices harmonizing together during early and late practice times and on stage and in the park or the mall or a friend’s living room…fed my soul. I miss that community making of art and beauty SO MUCH. Solitary creating has been sustaining me as a stay-at-home and homeschool mom the last 11 years, but I long for collaboration and connection and harmony. I’ve been considering a paid subscription to your substack, I’ve never done anything like that before, but this post really stirred me and I subscribed this morning! I decided it is an investment in growing my creativity this year…and also some support for one of the creative lights that have guided me through some pretty difficult times (you🙂). Although we don't really know each other, I’ve been a fan since your blogging days and first started sewing after taking your Craftsy course on sewing with knits!
Again and again, as I’m reading your Instagram posts I am surprised to find that we are travelling such similar terrain…homeschooling, sewing, knitting, teaching, writing, literature degrees, caring for a parent with Alzheimer’s, navigating a challenging diagnosis (my son has autism/adhd…very different from being a heart mama but it has certainly cracked me open wide) and being choir kids. I love how you’ve found a way to reconnect with that part of yourself through your kids and I’m so looking forward to reading what you write this year. Maybe it will inspire me to dust off the children’s songwriting workshop I wrote a few years ago or pick up my guitar and my pen, learn a new song with my kids, or just smile to read such good, heartfelt, gritty and thoughtful words…thank you!
Oh Jenny, please move to my neighborhood so we can harmonize and stitch together! Thank you for being here virtually, and I look forward to connecting with you more deeply.
You carried me back to Madrigal days. Both exhausting and exhilarating they are favorite memories. Just a few days ago I was listening to Pie Jesu and can close my eyes and hear your voice. I can still recall your telling of singing O Magnum Mysterium in the dark at a choir retreat. Touched the sacred.
Those madrigal days are unparalleled.