Of Books and Music
Thursday evening was my second choir practice in about twenty years. I raised an opera singer, and have been to a blue million choir or chorus concerts, but singing in a group has never been high on my list. Right now there are six women in the group, and one director. When the priest asked me if I wanted to join, I said I could only make a joyful noise, but that I’d be willing to try.
There’s something so peaceful about singing in a dimly lighted church in the evening. Even if the voices aren’t particularly loud or strong or skillful. Peace is precious. (Though as we learned–once again–last Sunday, peace and safety is not guaranteed in a house of worship.)When my daughter comes home for Thanksgiving, I’m going to have her help me practice. What a wonderful thing is it to learn a skill from someone so young.
I’ve been pondering a question: What is the one book you think everyone should read?
I thought carefully about many well-regarded classics, including the Bible, and Proust’s In Search of Lost Time* (previously translated as Remembrance of Things Past). Aristotle’s Poetics. I felt like I needed to come up with something deep and impressive. But as soon as I thought of The Velveteen Rabbit, I knew I was done.
What a perfect story of childhood, and love, and determination, or loss and pain and renewal. These things together help define us as humans. If the story is told as the journey of a beloved, comforting toy that comes alive, then all the better. Because we have all been children, and we are always learning–if we’re any good at all at living.
What book would you choose, and why?
Hope you have a fabulous weekend full of love and stories…
* Project Gutenberg only has Vol. I, Swann’s Way, available.