Cosmic Prose

Natasha Regehr

Tag: welcome

Exultant!

What I Learned at my First Moroccan Choir Rehearsal:

  1. Our voices are part of what makes us who we are. Use them happily!
  2. Funny sounds are welcome here. They help us find our missing courage.
  3. Mistakes are welcome here. We enjoy being human.
  4. We are capable of great beauty. Just look at the smile on our conductor’s face when he hears our sweet crescendo.
  5. We (every one of us) can access, activate, and feel that beauty. Just look at everyone else’s faces. Our souls are showing.
  6. People are welcome here. Even people who still think in English. We don’t mind helping them wade through the French if they get a little stuck.
  7. We like each other. You can tell from all the kissing.
  8. We both use and do not use sheet music. We’re flexible that way.
  9. We are all so glad to be here; we have found our musical home.

Introductions: Pyjama Prose

I am a morning writer.  I like to migrate directly from my bed to my couch, pyjama-clad, to dump my morning thoughts into my mac.

There’s something fluid about a morning mind.  It’s just groggy enough to be unconcerned about the inner naysayer.  It hasn’t entirely separated the events of the night from the events of the day.  Dreams are still a little buoyant.  Words are still a little wiggly, dancing coyly as they wait to be reined in.  It’s a game, this morning prose, an exercise in letting go and urging on.

It’s a shame, then, that most mornings I stumble hazily through my morning routine of eating, washing, and dressing for a day of mundane writerlessness.  I have this outside life, you see, that requires me to deposit myself at specific locations at predetermined times, despite my unwillingness to materialize in public before noon.  Jobs and gym classes are interferences, staving away the freshness of the day and grounding me in socially acceptable self-censorship.  By evening, the words have often wiggled away.

Unless…

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