Posted by Peg in South Carolina
Sunday was this blog’s third anniversary. I think this is a good time for me to admit—to myself as much as to anyone else who might be interested—that weaving is no longer top priority for me. I have known this for awhile. It was really the ease with which I (temporarily) gave up weaving because of back pain issues and so easily and—dare I admit it?-- joyfully embraced the time for practicing for my voice lessons that told me life had changed a bit for me.
Music has been an important part of my life since the time I began piano lessons in second grade. And singing—at least singing in choirs and community groups—has been an important part of my life since junior high school. I have taken piano lessons, ballet lessons, viola lessons. But my gifts in these areas, though present, were not nearly great enough to take me anywhere professionally. So I began college with the intent of getting a BA in music and then going to library school to become a music librarian.
The BA program in music was much too rigorous for most of us who started in it, so most of us turned quickly to other majors. I to English.
For the rest of my life, music---choral music—was the one constant joy. I dreamed of voice lessons. But the idea of actually singing in front of a person—it was far too dangerous, far too revealing. So whenever the notion came into my head, I dismissed it, unhappily dismissed it.
But about one year ago, our church choir director suggested I take voice lessons. No, not because my voice was horrible, but because she saw solo potential. I thanked her for the compliment but that just seemed an impossible dream that I had long ago given up.
And then the choir sponsored a vocal workshop for choir members with one of the local voice teachers---the one, in fact, that my choir director had recommended. Barely five minutes into the workshop I realized that was it. I could sing for her. I could learn from her. I was so excited that I could barely wait for the end of the session so I could find out if she was taking new students and, if she was, if she would consider me (at age 71, you understand!). The answer was yes on both counts. And the answer from my husband was yes as well.
So now I find myself organizing my days around, not weaving, but singing. Weaving is still a top priority, but it is second to singing. I will continue to make a determined effort to weave daily, but if I can’t, it won’t break my heart. And the daily weaving will not last as long as it did.
Unfortunately I find myself with a wide warp with a complicated threading (and treadling) and with very fine threads. I almost thought of removing it and beginning work on more “realistic” things. But then I realized, I am enjoying this. I am enjoying doing the threading. The slow patience. The weaving will take far longer than it might have otherwise, but I am now OK with that.
I will continue to blog about my weaving. But because weaving is no longer top priority and so will consume less of my time and energy, I will blog less frequently and quite irregularly. But, so long as I am weaving, I will continue to blog about it.
By the way, I have no intention of starting a voice blog. Starting a voice blog just somehow does not seem right. Singing is far too personal and intimate, at least for me right now.