Hello everyone and I do hope you are all staying well. How lovely it has been to read your messages (to each other and to the group) and to be in touch this week. Thank you everyone for your kindness and generosity with your time.
This week we have been asked to stop at home, (although many of us were already “stopping in”!) and we are all just getting used to that, and learning a new way of being. But WE CAN SING TOGETHER again tonight at 7.30. It is nothing fancy, it is just simply a video clip that you can click on which means that we are all listening, or singing along at the same time.
And there is power in simplicity! There is knowing that we are all there doing this thing together. There is imagining others at home singing (what lovely images that conjures up in my mind!). There is the reading of each other’s funny comments as we try. There is the kindness to ourselves as we just do what we can do.
So here, for tonight are some clips to help you feel a little calmer and more connected.
This is my YouTube channel where you will see the latest video called “Tuning in to our breath”. (NB You will also see last week’s warm up plus a few other video clips including our rehearsal for Sing for Water 2 years ago!)
Here is another song from Penny – a new one this time – but quite simple. The words are below.
And remember we have our secure and private WhatsApp group for regular members of the choir, so that we can chat to each other. If you decide to leave, you can come back again. Or alternatively you can just mute the notifications to stop it pinging all the time!
I do hope you sleep well tonight with this lovely relaxation time and lullaby from Penny.
Thank you, Janet xx
White daisies – an Appalachian song taught by Penny Stone
(NB this is a waltz and to help you, I have underlined the “down” beat at the beginning of each line)
At night when I go to my bed
I see the stars shine overhead
They are the little daisies white
That dot the meadow of the night.
And often when I’m dreaming so
Across the sky the moon will go
She is the maiden sweet and fair
Who comes to gather daisies there.
And in the morn when I arise
There’s not a star left in the sky
She’s picked them all and dropped them down
Upon the meadow of the town.