I resigned from my chorus yesterday. I just knew it was time; that the fun I had was waning, and I wanted to move on. I won't say I had nothing more to learn, because that would not be true, but the tipping point had been reached and passed last fall. I'll always sing, but maybe not with a group. New opportunities often open up when you let go and relax. That is what I'm going to do. I have a lot of other plans for this spring, and having a responsibility to the chorus does make traveling difficult. Anyway, by the time I'd talked to my teacher yesterday, I was sanguine and no ambivalence arose. So I'll see what the future brings musically. And as I said to my teacher, I have all these songs I know and love in my bag of tricks now.
I'm itching to write poetry, and I'm going to try for one draft a day. I began as a poet, then my best friend killed herself, and I felt compelled to write her story. I'm a strong prose writer, but my first love was poetry, from the time I was a kid, and I'd like to go back to it now.
My husband and I saw the movie "War Horse" yesterday. I sobbed so much I had to force myself to stay in the chair to watch. It brings tears to my eyes now to think of it. It was a very disturbing film, on the order of "Gallipoli" or "Saving Private Ryan". Speilberg is good at forcing us to face ugly facts. Though I admire many of his films, I never want to see "Schndler's List", "Munich" or many other worthy films. Once is enough to sear it in my brain. The cinematography was gorgeous, but I can't even tell if the movie was good or awful. I just know it was upsetting. But I have such a connection to horses, I may be too vulnerable to assess this film. I found watching it almost unbearable.
Luckily, I'm having lunch with a friend today, so I can lighten up. And no horse talk.
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