Singing
I love to sing more than I love to dance. I don’t really pursue it openly because it scares me. Singing is much more personal. You literally bring the air and words from within your chest, diaphragm, lungs, and throat and project it out to the space into other people’s ears. Sometimes, when I’m practicing, I imagine myself back in the choir loft at church, standing at the rail over looking the huge space. I breathe as deep as I can and when I let the notes come out, I try to fill as much of that space as possible. The biggest and most satisfying rush comes over me when I put out that note or lyric that clicks in every sense. Doesn’t happen all the time, but it leaves me feeling buzzed, happy, and calm.
I can’t sing as high as I wish. It would be nice to be a little less nasal. And I can’t hit everything. Can’t even read music. But it’s one of the very few things that has always made me consistently happy to do. I want to share it somehow, even though that very thought terrifies me. It’s not about ego, it’s more to do sharing what’s important and a piece of me with those I am close with. Think of some way to do this.
About me
My name is Erin and I am living in Columbia, MO working full-time at the public library. This blog focuses on two aspects of my life involving dance and history. Of course, other things keep my interest. Those include: my family, friends, anime, singing, body painting (appreciating the arts in general), candles, yoga, make-up, poetry, daydreaming, and of course finding love.
