dying friends

It is surprising how singing in a choir with a bunch of messy people (myself included) lifts the Spirit. And I'm not sure whether to capitalize that, spirit or Spirit? It's sort of that "everything is gonna be alright" sense but more in a "Why are you downcast, O my soul? Why so disturbed within me?" sense. In the middle of hearing a lot of suffering today, I felt really pretty quiet. But not a good quiet. Kind of a sick quiet.
After choir practice, I say, "Lord, to whom shall we go? You have the words of eternal life."

And my throat is burning now as I sang with the sopranos. What was I thinking?

new color for a non blogger (on this site, at least)

I chose this color orange as my background color because it is almost exactly the color of my kitchen. Wanted to feel all "beach at sunset" every morning (and the rest of the day, for that matter).