Saturday, May 23, 2009

This is what I do...

I work with 150 choral students out of a program of 275 every day. I listen to complaints, deal with poor attitudes, file music, write receipts, file uniforms, talk through broken hearts, speak comforting words when times are not so great, write referrals (I hate doing this!), look at baby sonograms (twice this year alone), arrange chairs, chaperone bus trips, fill out paperwork, make programs, organize, organize, organize. What I really do, is encourage young musicians to find their inner voice in life to stand strong. We make music with our lives. At our final Spring concert Thursday night, these students made music. 

Ascribe to the Lord- All women's piece. Really Great. 

Psalm 23- Please listen to this. It is my favorite piece of music. (Lauda means Praise

Omnia Sol- SATB, 10-12th grade. The text speaks for itself. Just stunning. 

Somewhere far from nowhere, I grew both strong and tall…
Longing to become, but knowing not the path at all!
But the footprints of the winter melted to fields of spring;
One last embrace before I cross the threshold: To life we sing!


O stay your soul and leave my heart its song!
O stay your hand; the journey may be long!
And when we part, and sorrow can’t be sway’d….
Remember when, and let your heart be staid.

Omnia sol temperat,
Absens in remota.
Ama me fideliter,
Fidem mean noto.
(Translation: The sun warms everything,
even while I am far away.
Love me faithfully,
and know that I am faithful.) 

Weave the dance and raise the chorus; grieve no more…
Through the strength of Orion, find refuge from the shore!
Let courage be your oar, let passion be your sail;
Wisdom and truth will guide your deep heart’s yearning, though all travail!

O stay your soul and leave my heart its song!
O stay your hand; the journey may be long!
And when we part, and sorrow can’t be sway’d…
Remember when, and let your heart be staid.

Omnia sol temperat,
Absens in remota.
Ama me fideliter,
Fidem mean noto.

Omnia sol temperat, (Ah ah ah ah ah ma)
And when we part, and sorrow can’t be sway’d…
Remember when…
Remember when…
And let your heart be staid… Be staid.

2 comments:

  1. I'm so thankful there are teachers like you!! Beautiful words with a beautiful message. Great job!!!

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  2. Those students are blessed to have you for a teacher and I am blessed to have you for a friend. Beautiful.

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