Yesterday the Paris Community
Choir performed our spring concert. I
have so enjoyed singing in a choir once again.
There are some really good singers in this choir, far better than
I. There are a few scattered among our
alto section who have near perfect pitch.
I try to stand by one of those. I
have often stated, “I’m not always on the right pitch, but at least I know when
I’m off.” When I know I’m off tune I
start lip singing until I find the right note and rejoin the choir.
It seems to me this idea of
perfect pitch also applies to personal integrity. As with singing, I may not always be “right
on,” but I usually know when I’m off and usually have the same response: I
hunker down, shut up and try to find the right key once again.
Like now. I’m off and I know I’m off. I feel confused, disturbed, out of sorts--not
quite in tune. I don’t feel entirely
comfortable in my own skin and suspect I am projecting out there something
other than is true in here.
Nothing, in my experience,
feels better than authentically and confidently standing tall in my own boots,
let the devil take the hindmost! But,
alas, it can’t be faked! Faking
integrity is an oxymoron; it just won’t preach.
So recently I’ve been going
through the motions, hitting a few wrong notes, trying to find my way. Fortunately, this is not my first rodeo! I know I’ll find a newer, truer path (to mix
metaphors), a new song that expresses who I am becoming. In the meantime, you might want to cover your
ears.
Being in a choir is a really good metaphor for life. What I found in my choirs was that the ones who were "off" liked to sing loud enough to make even the perfect pitch doubt herself. Sometimes the ones in life who are "off" are often the most strident and persuasive to create divisions among the sections. Cognitive dissonance. BTW, they're almost always sopranoes, don't you think? :)
ReplyDeleteLOL, yeah almost always sopranos!
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